Saturday is finally here, the weekend lies ahead, and it’s time for Saturday Surprise! I was mopping the floors yesterday, trying to think of what I would do for this week’s post, and I thought, for some reason, of our friend Colette, who has been mostly off the grid since around Christmas … last I heard, they were in Thailand, I think. Colette is one who can come up with a limerick to fit any occasion on the spot. And I always enjoy her contributions. I, however, am not in the least bit poetic. In fact, when it comes to poetry, my college literature teacher seriously considered a career change after two semesters spent with me. I am very much a literalist … I do not get sublety nor hidden meanings … I take both words and people at face value. So no, I did not get that Frost was talking about homosexuality in one of his poems, and I did not understand the author’s meaning in so many stories and novels.
So no, I cannot write limericks, but I do enjoy them. And so, for today’s post, I went in search of … a few fun and funny limericks!
A patient who kept getting worse
Cried out ‘I must go home now, nurse!
You’ve done all your best
And performed every test
But I’ve come to the end of my purse!
At times I’m so mad that I’m hopping.
My angriness sets my veins popping.
I yell and I curse,
With swearwords diverse,
But my wife does much worse: she goes shopping”
There was a young fellow named Hall
Who fell in the spring in the fall.
‘Twould have been a sad thing
Had he died in the spring,
But he didn’t – he died in the fall.
There was a young lady named Harris,
Whom nothing could ever embarrass,
Till the bath salts one day
In the tub where she lay
Turned out to be plaster of Paris
Now if only Colette would drop by and add hers to the collection …
And on that note, I shall end with a song that has been stuck in my head for the past few days …
And let us not forget that tomorrow is the big day … Super Bowl Sunday!!!
Have a great weekend everyone!!!