Limericks to the Rescue...

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:

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.

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