National Limerick Day

Yesterday was National Limerick Day.

Yep! I didn’t know we had one either. If I had known, yesterday’s post would have been a limerick.

Here is the way one web site describes a Limerick.

“A limerick is a short, comical, and almost musical poem that often borders on the nonsensical or obscene. It was popularized in English by Edward Lear (and thus Limerick Day is celebrated on his birthday, May 12).”

So in belated honor of Mr. Lear’s birthday here are two of mine.

Victoria Secret Limerick.

Some thoughts on the ways men are led

With garments to make some blush red.

Others however,

Often endeavor

To peek when the out side is shed.

This surely is no passing fad

For centuries men have been glad

Of what women wear

And choose to then share

In public what’s often forbade.

I wonder where all this began

T'was it Follies? The old cancan?

Who added the lace?

A spice to the chase

To catch us whenever we ran.

I guess I should say where I stand,

My head is not down in the sand.

If put on the spot

Liking lace or not

Victoria Secret is grand.

Dinosaur Limerick

There once lived a big dinosaur

Who's life was all legend and lore

He lived in the snow.

Scientists say no,

But there, they found bones to restore.

It happened way south at the pole.

Researchers discovered a hole.

There, in an ice bed,

From tail to head,

Were fossilized bones in a row.

They’re two hundred million years old.

These bones that our science beholds.

With tiny front feet,

And powerful teeth,

This creature ate meat, we are told.

Now science is placed on the spot.

No Ripley’s believe it or not.

Not even a wink,

Can change what we think,

The Antarctic was once quite hot.