A quintessentially English literary device, the humble limerick falls somewhere between a bumper sticker and a sonnet. In its root it was predominantly a masculine artifact, some vulgar or rude, but funny. With apologies to Lent herewith a few first printed in the L.A. Times by Ernest LeFever:
St. Augustine thought he had found, the sin by which mankind was bound;
"It was not" so said he, "The fruit on the tree, but the lust of the pair on the ground."
Said Freud: "I've discovered the Id. Of all your repressions be rid.
It won't ease the gravity - of total depravity - but you'll know why you did what you did."
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr penned the following:
God's plan made a hopeful beginning, but man spoiled his chances by sinning,
We trust that the story - will end in God's glory - but at present the other side's winning.
Hopefully, the penitential season of Lent will atone for some of the above. Mea culpa.
tjs
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