Squeegee your brain . . . or something like that.
You know limericks - those poems - five lines, rhyming scheme of A,A,B,B,A - anapest meter. Yeah, you know those . . . some clean and others not so clean . . . well . . .
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who dreamed he was eating a bucket
When he awoke it had seemed
He had done what he'd dreamed
And then he bagan to upchuck it.
Oh, now go get your minds out of the gutter! Before they get even more damaged by errant bowling balls . . .
I know what you were thinking!
(Yes, Briana and I wrote this limerick!)
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who dreamed he was eating a bucket
When he awoke it had seemed
He had done what he'd dreamed
And then he bagan to upchuck it.
Oh, now go get your minds out of the gutter! Before they get even more damaged by errant bowling balls . . .
I know what you were thinking!
(Yes, Briana and I wrote this limerick!)