Saturday, August 24, 2019

Limerick: Do it!

Strange Imperative!

There once was a poet called "Pound,"
Whose name had imperative sound.
You doubtless did feel it,
Though churn-try conceal it,
That butter-sweet substance unbound!

Not even I know what this limerick is referring to . . .

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5 Comments:

At 12:14 AM, Blogger Carter Kaplan said...

Autumn approaches, and obviously you are looking forward to butternut squash, which compares in your imagination to enjoying the poetry of the great Pound!

 
At 7:30 AM, Blogger Horace Jeffery Hodges said...

What's butternut squash?

Jeffery Hodges

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At 9:33 AM, Blogger Carter Kaplan said...

It's a variety favored by canines and Homo sapiens with a taste for dogfood (seniors on a fixed income, lunatics, hippies, and so on). Wrigley tried to make it into a chewing gum, to no avail, alas.

 
At 9:37 AM, Blogger Carter Kaplan said...

Ah! So sorry! I thought you said butterMutt squash. My mistake.

But as to your question, please click HERE.

Perhaps this will inspire you to write some butternut squash limericks?

 
At 9:59 AM, Blogger Horace Jeffery Hodges said...

Lovely photo.

Jeffery Hodges

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