I arrived in Boston today — which has snow — and was immediately bombarded by television commercials for the local ski resorts, which also have snow.
My favorite?
Crotched Mountain
It looks lovely enough in the ads, and in the promotional photos on the website.
But Crotched Mountain?
I can’t be the first person to experience a bit of mental whiplash at that name.
Apparently the mountain, located in western Hillsborough County, New Hampshire, was named by early settlers who thought its V-shaped peaks resembled the fork or “crotch” of a tree.
Huh.
My dirty mind has never heard “crotch” used in quite that context before. But I’ll sure think of it now…
Every time it snows.
There was an old man…
Happy Limerick Day!
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.
Amateur.
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