Kathleen Writes Silly Limericks at Molly's Virtual Pub

Limericks, that writing disease is
Infectious to those whom it pleases
It's so easy to say
Anapest anyway
That our rhymes come as easy as breezes.

Kathleen, the bar maid, visited a writers' group at her local bookstore and went home fired up about writing--as usually happens given the stimulus of other enthusiastic scribblers. Howsomever, whatever Kathleen sets to paper tends to become silly poetry. Surely, a good psychiatrist could say why, but we shall not tread there.

Ready to write your own novel
For you're sick of your job where you grovel
To earn daily bread?
Gird your loins, for it's said
Writers oftentimes live in a hovel.

Not knowing what else to do with Kathleen's poetry, Molly, the owner here at Molly's Virtual Pub, first tacked them up in the Geeks' Room where the howls of the pen-protector crowd forced her to find another spot. They complained that writers could not speak Javascript. Then she taped them to the wall in the Professionals' Room, who protested that all the allusions to the writing life might attract a bad element.

One of these days they will find
That the limerick form is refined
It will seek out a place
In our woebegone race
For those readers who are so inclined.

Finally, she gave them to Edward Lear, that renowned bard of silly poetry, who groused a bit, but dutifully taped them over a hole in the wall behind his favorite chair, a wing-back, his very own no less, imported from his home with Molly's forebearance, that had been causing a draft on his back.

Still muttering quietly, Lear tossed another log onto the fireplace and snuggled to read The Brothers Karamazov picking up at "The Grand Inquisitor" chapter, finding that bit about how "Anyone who can appease a man's conscience can take his freedom away from him" which made his head pound.

Deciding a secondary source would be easier, he waved down The Grumpy Philosopher who was passing through and ordered up two cognacs, determined to suffer the pedantic old fogey for the opportunity of picking his brain. Whereas ye have interest in writing limericks...

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