Yes, yes there is such a thing as Limerick Tuesday.
It’s the fourth Tuesday in February, when I want to post something, but I’m too dazed to write something deep or clever. Why am I dazed, you ask? It’s the effects from the overwhelming stench in the cab I took with Flower Child when I picked her up from school. She was tired, there was some type of brouhaha happening on Broadway that resulted in many police cars whizzing past with lights and sirens going. Seemed like the perfect day to splurge on a cab. I’m pretty sure that cabdriver must have had a pico reef hidden in the trunk, because that was the gut clenching, every muscle recoiling smell of dead sea critter.
Luckily, I already made some progress on the WIP today, so I’ll just give the update in limerick.
There was a young lady called Frag Hag
Who lived in a magical grab bag
But one day her reef
Gave her such grief
Her virtue; Twas lost to a scumbag!