messymimi's meanderings. Don't everyone jump up and down at once. The noise can be absolutely deafening, so please try to restrain yourselves and hide your excitement! It's not healthy to get so bubbly over the thought of limericks...that is, unless your name is Mildred Ratched. Truthfully, I've always been a little bit weird (and nobody needs to leave any smartass comments regarding my weirdness. I'm trying to figure out how to hook up my electric cattle prod to the comment section so keep that in mind.)
In my younger years, I used to write limericks. I remember as far back as when I was in junior high school I would sit in class and doodle and write and write and doodle. I guess I'd do most anything, but what I was supposed to be doing. Oh yes, I was what every student aspired to be...inattentive and tuned out completely! I don't remember any limericks right off the top of my head because I'm old and crotchety now, but I do remember one was about Julius Caesar. I think that must been inspired because we were made to read Julius Caesar in 8th grade. I'm sure whatever I wrote must have been a masterpiece!
MILDRED WAS A NURSE WITH A GENUINE SMILE
IT WAS RUMORED HER TOUCH WAS QUITE HEALING
ALTHOUGH THE DOCS WERE APPEALING,
NONE SENT HER SQUEALING,
UNFORTUNATELY, RETIREMENT IS NOT FOR AWHILE.