A Trio for National Limerick Day
Monday, May 12, 2014
--> I realized, working on this project, how lazy I have become, posting my little bursts of creativity to the social networking site, rather than the blog. There is the immediate reward of a few likes with just a minute or two. But the post fade into oblivion just as rapidly. I want to do a better job of putting things here, where they are still accessible in a week, or next month.
I did post these first to the social
networking site, as part of an annual reprise of limericks I had written during
the year. I plan to set three of them
here, and then migrate another batch tomorrow, and more until all my better
limericks are here. Then, perhaps, I will
move some other posts that lend themselves to a better archive.
This first was inspired by a news story
on an Argentine invention capable of collecting up to 250 liters of methane a
day, fresh off the cow.
News article here
Bessie and the Flatuflask
By Brian T. Carroll (May 11, 2014)
If this Hindenburg bovine looks nervous,
She’s a conscript to climate-change service,
She is chewing the grass
And passing the gas
To recycle, reuse, or repurpose.
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The second also owes its inspiration to South American
animal husbandry, the outfit worn by
Boneco, the beekeeping donkey:
News article here
Boneco and the Bees Knees
By Brian T. Carroll (March 8, 2014)
A beekeeping donkey, Boneco,
Wore duds that were short of Art Deco.
The vital motif
Was bee sting relief
So of Vogue, he was willing to let go.
Wore duds that were short of Art Deco.
The vital motif
Was bee sting relief
So of Vogue, he was willing to let go.
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The third rose from the ashes of a
strange bureaucratic pronouncement on the benefits of the Beijing smog: That
the cloud would protect the city from American laser weapons.
Breathe Deep, Oh Apparatchik
By Brian T. Carroll (Feb 22, 2014)
A
theory by Prof. Zhang Zhaozhong
Esteems smog, but I won’t play along.
He’s been breathing that haze
And he’s singing its praise
But dang, Zhang Zhaozhong, how wrong!
Esteems smog, but I won’t play along.
He’s been breathing that haze
And he’s singing its praise
But dang, Zhang Zhaozhong, how wrong!
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