Last month was the
latest example that the world seems to be getting curiouser and curiouser. On
the same day the news delivered a picture of a huge ice sculpture of a North
Korean Hwasong-15 intercontinental missile, our President self-diagnosed
himself as a "very stable genius." In filming a documentary of the
Queen's coronation, the BBC was not allowed to photograph her crowns from above
because that is a vantage point reserved for God. A New York Times Magazine
reviewer of an alt-right forum identified prominent right-wing agitators
married to or dating Asian women and concluded that "dating Asian women is
practically a 'white-nationalist rite of passage.'" And just half-way
through the month, the United Arab Republic's government announced a new nature
reserve that would cover 10% of Dubai's landmass. Its Prime Minister explained
that the desert is both inspirational and beautiful and provides a peaceful
shelter to plants, birds and people. The Reserve will include areas for
commerce and yoga.
Limericks written by
islanders for our occasional limerick contests might be a refreshing reset to
start the New Year. Our Ann and John penned these to warm up past
contestants:
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A lady from Head of
the Bay
Went up to Saint Barnie's to pray There the vicar within Apprised her of sin And she's riddled with guilt to this day |
There once was a man
from Fort Ward
Who was overly proud of his sword He buckled and swashed And enemies quashed But occasionally relatives gored |
Frank Buxton, who we
lost last month, was one of our favorite customers, and one that couldn't
resist a limerick contest. We will remember him as our neighbor these past 28
years after he retired from a long Hollywood career. He volunteered his time
and craft to our performing arts programs, and all things literary and
artistic. We're guessing he wouldn't mind if we refreshed your mirth synapses
with a few of his limerick offerings.
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There once was a
girl from Port Madison
Who went with her beau to the Radisson The mood was sublime They had a good time And nine months later she had a son
While strolling on
Manitou Beach
I saw what looked like a leach It was long and real ugly
Grey, wrinkled, not
snuggly
And its proboscis looked like a peach |
We ate at the Pub
one fine night
We had hoped for a nutritious bite But the waitress explained That the chef was detained So, we both got as high as a kite
A policeman on old
Winslow Way
Chalked everyone's tires each day When people got pissed He'd always insist That he was only earning his pay |
~ Dave
