I’m back, and I’m bringing threats of lymericks.
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THEO: Heeey, Selkie!
MARI: Where'd you pop off too?
SELKIE: I saw another sarnothi ands wanteds to say hello.
THEO: Oh, a new friend? Very nice!
SELKIE: Yeahs! Mights get to meet others! Ands speakings of "meat"...
THEO: But we were speaking of "meet"
MARI: And ain't it neat, to dream of meat, that one day you may meet.
STEVE: Y'all are ruthless!
MARTA: Babe that's just Tier One. Next is full AABBA lymericks.
MARI: Where'd you pop off too?
SELKIE: I saw another sarnothi ands wanteds to say hello.
THEO: Oh, a new friend? Very nice!
SELKIE: Yeahs! Mights get to meet others! Ands speakings of "meat"...
THEO: But we were speaking of "meet"
MARI: And ain't it neat, to dream of meat, that one day you may meet.
STEVE: Y'all are ruthless!
MARTA: Babe that's just Tier One. Next is full AABBA lymericks.
Today's edition of the Secret Commentary is empty, because Dave failed to come up with something for it.
Phew…
I mean, welcome back, Dave! Hope the project went well.
Had to read that twice. I thought they were going to start making up limericks based on ABBA songs.
Your absence a pretty good try. It was no eternal good-bye. So back in the center for Selkie’s inventor, with “lymerick” spelled with a “y.”
A limerick? No, I’ll eschew it,
I’m not even sure I could do it,
A verse Voulez Vous?
Knowing Me, Knowing You,
Some other would just beat me to it…
Still not awake. Thought you misspelled the Swedish group’s name and briefly wondered why I hadn’t heard about their album of limericks.
Ooh, I knew I was forgetting something important that I was waiting for on the first!
Ya want limericks? ask Dr. Giggle about “Baile Luimnigh”. My friend Turlough Ó Luimnigh will thank you.
It’s not yet Lá Bealtaine[0] – that’s in 4 days, the day after Star Wars day.
[0] obligatory pendantry[1] urban folklore intentional mipsledding[1]: Before the Roman Empire created a civil rather solar calendar, people seem to have considered the days half-way between equinoxes and solstices as important as the other four above-named days and the changing of the seasons, so Friday is in that context the beginning of summer.
There was a young lady of Sarnoth
Who ate meat like a veritable behemoth
But the eels had been sold
And the swordfish gone cold
Leaving the young Sarnoth lady most wroth
Woo! Welcome back.
There once was a man from Nantucket…
Yeah, the whole dreaming of meat thing really works in that vein.