What kind of day was it?

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

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.