More Pillow-Torque
Day four of National Poetry Writing Week, and nobody has begged me to stop.
As I am still in York, I'm going to recycle yesterday's regional theme of romantic adventure and rotational misfortune: partly, because my muse is beginning to regret the idea and originality isn't my long suit; and, partly, because every misogynistic Limerick should be balanced by at least one offence against masculinity.
A fellow from Lendal in York
Made terrible errors with... pork:
Tho' somewhat ham-fisted,
His bum got untwisted,
By Jell-O, three friends, and a fork.
I will try to widen my choice of material tomorrow.
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As I am still in York, I'm going to recycle yesterday's regional theme of romantic adventure and rotational misfortune: partly, because my muse is beginning to regret the idea and originality isn't my long suit; and, partly, because every misogynistic Limerick should be balanced by at least one offence against masculinity.
A fellow from Lendal in York
Made terrible errors with... pork:
Tho' somewhat ham-fisted,
His bum got untwisted,
By Jell-O, three friends, and a fork.
I will try to widen my choice of material tomorrow.
This is a copy of my post here, on Dreamwidth, which has
comments. OpenID will allow you to comment there from your LiveJournal session: contact me if you have problems.