“I know, Lysistrata, but I guess we’re all not as politically minded as you!”
Well, we’ve got the eggs but no one to scrambled them with!
Check ya later, Perpetrator.
And…oh, yes to the Fair. Make sure you wear comfortable footwear!
To whit: your wit—you’ve plenty of it; if any disagree, well, they can shove it. Some verse is terse enough for flattery; at least your lines do not commit assault and battery! Upon this page, no rhymes are serious, nor can the idle jot inject some fear for us. Should we be vexed for just one minute, as Ezra says, “Give up verse, my boy, there’s nothing in it!”
That was a good arc.
Cheer up, Ish. Limericks, shmimaricks—doesn’t matter. You can do a simple rhyme scheme if you’ve a mind to. Still, one of these days—if you could crank out a sestina, some terza rima or even a lovely laid back cinquain—well, then, “we’ll all take you to the fair, if you do all the things you promise…” And, no, we’re not in Camelot.
Well, they were stars for this “Starry Night.” God bless them all, and an angelic ovation for Vincent as well!