Yes, friends, in honor of Edward Lear, purveyor of the what could be the only fixed form of poetry indigenous to the English language – the limerick – I present to you a short quip that has nothing to do with the village of Nantucket:
From work, I come home so beat
My shoes, they’re now off my feet
The puppies are barkin’
My attention they’re harkin’
I guess I’ll get them a treat!
Yes, the puppies always get a treat. I may be a curmudgeon and a sarcastic lout, but who could say no to a puppy like this…
Happy Limerick Day!