If any meat deserves a rhyme,
It would be pork…every time.
Oh yeah — that sings!
Happy Limerick Day!
We celebrate Limerick Day every May 12th in honor of Edward Lear, the English writer who is credited with making the art form popular.
In other words, for making every Tom, Dick and Harry think they can write poetry — way to go, Eddie!
In honor of the big day, I wrote a rather lame limerick myself:
My plane from Dallas was late
Yesterday would be the date
So today I am groggy
My head coarse and foggy
And my blog? Well…it’s not so great.
See? This is the type of ‘poetry’ that Edward unleashed on the world. Of course, his wasn’t that great either. Take a read:
There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
When they said, ‘Does it buzz?’
He replied, ‘Yes, it does!’
‘It’s a regular brute of a Bee!’
I mean, come on — he used ‘bee’ twice in the rhyme scheme.