A comment from Stan

The clerihewvian experiment was quite a blast for us–such an outpouring of creativity and good humor and excitement. We could hardly wait to check email to see what new thing someone had created or to be prompted to a new burst of creativity ourselves. There were forty-two entries, all told, and even those that weren’t quite clerihew were clever and certainly quite worth the time.

But all good things come to an end, they say, and, unless our sole intent is to become the Clerihew Capitol of the World, it’s time for a new adventure.

We propose that this week and into next our readers take a similar tack with limericks–write about the famous near and far, and especially Brittany Spears, whose name, our other brother, John Goggin, has sworn, will attract tremendous traffic from the search engines, wild and crazy folks who will turn us into a major Web presence with an attractive income from advertising and, suddenly, we will be rolling in green enough to pay rent on the site’s server space. As unlikely as that is to happen, nonetheless, we declare that now until Friday theThirteenth to be The First Annual Brittany Spears Memorial Limerick Week at NunnaYerBizness Today. It is a long week, but recall that the sixties ran from 1963 until 1975. Dating is not an exact science. To get things started, here are two we wrote at the suggestion of reader and contributor Patricia A. when it appeared that our investigation of possible shenanigans on Pablo Kisel Blvd. had reached apparent impass. Ms. A. suggested that limericks do indeed soothe the savage beast, and we found this to be true. Focused attention does wonders for the human soul. Here are two from that exchange:

There was an old man from Brownsville
To whom everything he tackled seemed uphill
When he went to the city
And asked for some pity
The secretary tossed him out with great skill.

and

In Brownsville I’ve heard there are streets
That break cars and axles defeat
When you hit a new hole
Your whole car will roll
Over, brother, not down the street.

Patricia A. wrote better responses, and they can be found here. When we have permission to do so, we’ll move her pieces to the front.

So a limerick writedown is on. And, since this is The Britanny Spear Memorial Limerick Week, here is a dedicatory verse to get things going.

There was a young lady named Britanny
Who grew up in the land of the Dis-a-ney
A rock Diva she became
And found no shame
In auctioning off her virginity.

It’s your turn! The subject matter for your verses are restricted entirely to topics that can be named, real or imaginary. We do ask that sexual inuendo be used as commentary rather than the reason-for-being of your poems. Now get a-scribblin’!