Thanks to Jack’s posting of the Willamette Week limerick contest for tonight’s Candidates Gone Wild event, I sent a few in. Last week I received the happy news that one of mine was chosen as a finalist, so I’m off to sneak in the back of the hall and hear it read by Storm Large. It’s not quite as prestigious as being considered for the Nobel Prize for literature, but as I age my ambitions have become more modest.
There once was a blogger named Isaac . . .
Thanks to Jack’s posting of the Willamette Week limerick contest for tonight’s Candidates Gone Wild event, I sent a few in. Last week I received the happy news that one…
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I found myself wondering how many, or how few, people in the room knew the name.
Better yet, how many knew that it was a pseudonym?
I would guess 10 persons as the answer to b!x’s question, and 3 to Kari’s.
My limerick came in second; the winning limerick was a clever one about the stinginess of our fair state. Its author was awarded a life-size cardboard cutout of Ron Saxton, which had I brought it home would have required some explanation to Mrs. Laquedem. My entry:
The Dems often insult Karen Minnis,
But no matter, for thickish her skin is.
However they curse,
It could be much worse:
Imagine if she’d been born twinnis.