Here's a Limerick for You

So I'm in Limerick. Which, of course, must remind you of that time that I wrote that post about a dirty limerick for no reason whatsoever. I thought so. You may not know that the city of Limerick is known to the Irish as "Stab City." It's not what you think. It's because lots and lots of people here have been stabbed. Unless that's what you thought, in which case you should try to not be so cynical.

Here, however, is a lovely picture of Limerick, which is not so lovely because I took it:



Here is a picture from Limerick's darker underbelly:

An Erotic Stanza

So I’m working on THE NOVEL, and I decided that I was tired of coming up with the words and that it would be much easier to steal them from someone else. But that would be wrong, I thought. I tried desperately to kill my superego but only rendered it quiet with the compromise that I would find something the character could quote to another character. And then, I remembered the Limerick book. I had until the Limerick book thought that limericks were light entertainment except for The man from Nantucket, which I never knew the rest of but guessed that it had to end in fuck it. Now I know that they are a dirty, dirty art form, and I love them for it. Anyway here’s a limerick from the Limerick book for your reading pleasure:

There was a young fellow named Dave
Who kept a dead whore in a cave.
He said, "I admit
I'm a bit of a shit,
But think of the money I save!"

Ha, ha. See the reason that's funny is that most people wouldn't have intercourse with another person who is deceased, regardless the discount.