Uh-oh, I hope you haven’t been surprisled, disguisled, or misled by today’s title. I’m hoping for a little sudden brilliance here, in order for a limerick or two to sprout from my sinuous synapses and fevered fingers. Here goes.
I. The cumquat limerick, for Alyson.
Culinary research courtesy of Wikipedia and Razzle Dazzle Recipes.
- “The small Asian citrus, the cumquat,”
- Anne read, “should not go in a rumpot.
- It works much more swelly
- In a marm’lade or jelly.”
- Was Anne disappointed? Well, somewhat.
II. The leprechaun limerick, for Jack.
Jack had accidentally spelled “leprosy” when he meant to ask for a limerick on “leprechauns”, so I managed to work both words into the following. Jack, when you get a little older, you’ll probably read some fiction by a guy named James Joyce. This limerick is a tribute to him.
- I once met an elderly leprechaun
- Who appeared too ferocious to look upon.
- In his youth, friends mistook him
- As ill, and forsook him,
- So he’d exiled himself as a leper gone.
III. The Sasquatch limerick, for Livingisdetail.
- A Sasquatch was sighted in Acton!
- And Georgian Bay, Dundalk, and Dryden,
- Kapuskasing and Grimsby,
- Belleville, Brockville, and Lindsay.
- Ontarians sure like their Molson.
Tune in tomorrow for more Loony Limericks! Unless, of course, I go off on some other tangent. Ta-ta!