A Limerick

I’ve long been fond of limericks, a verse form invented by Edward Lear, but which was perfected by later writers. An example which landed in my e-mail inbox this morning:

The word concupiscent brought back fond memories of my father, American frontier historian Ray Allen Billington, whose hobby was collecting and writing limericks. On page 78 of his Limericks Historical and Hysterical (published posthumously by W.W. Norton in 1981), can be found:

Quoth a comely young lady from Norway
As she hung by her heels in a doorway,
“Although I’m proficient
In arts concupiscent
Thank God, I’ve discovered one more way.”

It was one of his favorites.

Allen Billington, Fort Collins, Colorado


2 comments on “A Limerick

  1. Joan says:

    Ok..I’m going to be tasteful and ignore the dirty limerick and just write one that’s gripey.

    There once was a fellow named Larry
    Used his blog when he wanted to parry
    But when e-mails came in
    His replys turned to thin
    First came vague ones, and later came nary.

  2. Larry says:

    Be as tasteful as you want to be, Joan, but I’ve answered (eventually) all of your e-mails!

    And the limerick wasn’t that dirty!

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