Poetic Diversity

By Ken Marks


Last Sunday night I wrote my first poem in years. Its inspiration was an email from an old friend who said he couldn’t recall a single limerick that wasn’t risqué and asked whether I could. I didn’t want to leave him hungering for a limerick that wasn’t sexually suggestive, so I wrote one:

I once knew a nun, Sister Wanda,
On hygiene not a cent would she squanda.
    When told that she stank,
    She said, “Let me be frank,
It’s my habit that I never launda.”

You might want to publish this alongside a more serious contribution. You could title the post “Poetic Diversity.”

[Our pleasure!] A “more serious” limerick, from Geoffrey Dean’s offering of a dozen such limericks, from his June 7, 2019 post, “Sketches from the Twin Cities: Hennepin Day Parade”:

The clowns with their painted red noses,
The dancers with dexterous poses —
    Pink pompons they wave,
    The spectators rave —
And throw them invisible roses.

[Do share this with your friend, who is my friend too and, like you, met Geoffrey when we all worked at the Santa Teresa Lab.]

Copyright © 2023 by Ken Marks, 2019 by Geoffrey Dean