Look, I’m sorry to do this to you, but it has to be done.
Why, I can’t say. I don’t tend to examine my inspiration. It’s so often demented and idiotic.
What I regret perpetuating upon your writerly person is this:
For today’s PROMPTuesday, please compose a holiday limerick.
As you may or may not know, and probably could care less to have knowledge of, is that a limerick is a five-line poem, often obscene in nature (although Hickory Dickory Dock is considered limerick-esque. Unless like so many nursery rhymes, that one too has its roots in blood and sex). In a recent Wikipedia search, I turned up this example:
The limerick packs laughs anatomical
In space that is quite economical,
But the good ones I’ve seen
So seldom are clean,
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.
Now I don’t care if your limerick is obscene, because mine probably won’t be; after all I was a virgin until the age of 22, and probably wouldn’t know obscene if it bit me in the ass, which it did.
So, please imaginate your limerick and either post it in the comments or write it on your blog and leave your URL in the comments.
And in case any new readers (Oh, how I make myself laugh with my sweet virginal naiveté) would like to know what PROMPTuesday is all about, more information is here.
For an archive of past PROMPTs, go here.
p.s. I’m a little cranky today and apologize in advance to people who are nice.