First, let me compliment my talented readers. 23 excellent limericks were offered in the recent contest. So fine were they that I'm abstaining completely from judging them, and asking a third party to do the honors. I'll post results soon. In the meantime, here are my two offerings, limericks that I submitted in LitCrit today. Given my John Donne reading of late, he was my muse for these holy limericks.
A (very) little background: John Donne was a reluctant priest. Earlier in life he was a courtier, employed as the private secretary of Sir Thomas Edgerton, himself a member of QE I's court. When Donne fell in love with Lady Edgerton's 17-year-old niece, Ann More, they married, but Donne was imprisoned. Elizabeth's successor, King James decided that Donne would be a priest, and eventually Donne became as renowned as much for his sacred writings and sermons as his earlier, erotic texts.
Holy Limerick I
Donne’s profligate use for the ladies
Led to More fun and time with cell mateys.
When King James let him out
A priest, and devout,
He became to avoid going to Hades.
Holy Limerick II
Satan whined, as he took out the trash,
“God is lazy: three-person’d, my ass.
There’s work to be done,
And I am but one.
In a fair fight, His Lordship I’d thrash.”
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2 comments:
"Bravo, Blogger!" said Cheer, with a grin.
An amazing six days it has been.
Scott's own lim'ricks do soar,
Wit and spunk to the core;
His own contest he'd most likely win!
Oh my God, I can't stop.
The perfection of these holy limericks just blows me away.
private to ms. p -- i know. i have cheap rhymes in my head all day long. it's bad, isn't it? i loved your last entry on the other page.
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