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.

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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!



News article here
Photo credit here