What is WRONG with them? I didn’t even get a sad-face emoticon. Nothing.
Ever write limericks? It’s not literature, for sure. But there was a contest once, so I wrote this.
On Being Challenged to Write a Limerick
Here are a few nursery rhymes as I tell them.
This poem was rejected by the New Yorker by Peter Davison, who sent a nice personal letter praising the rhymes. So, since they don’t want it, try it here. A fly. You’ve all been there…
I wrote this when my brother, Phil, and I were lamenting on things going wrong. It seems appropriate for Democrats now, and Republicans in a couple years.