What kind of day was it?

It was the kind of day where this was probably the best thing I wrote today:

There once was a lass in Nantucket
Who kept her pet clam in a bucket
But she hailed from Innsmouth
A town much farther south
So either way don’t go and **** it.
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) February 19, 2021

All @NightValeRadio‘s fault, although in retrospect I possibly shouldn’t have started by rewriting the first limerick ever so slightly. I make no apologies for the proper* limerick afterward, though. I flatter myself that it’s not half bad for a first draft.

Moe Lane

*If it’s not filthy – or at least dirty – then it’s not a proper limerick.

One thought on “What kind of day was it?”

I’ve tossed off a few decent ones during the past couple of months.

I’d share them with the class, but it would be breaking the “no politics” rule. After all, the current occupants of the elected executive offices and filth are quite closely connected.

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