A mortician most vile named Ravina,
Would serve body parts to her hyena;
Twas kidney and liver
And heart that she’d give her…
All mixed in with some chow, from Purina.
Errol Nimbly’s muse appears as a libidinous Limerickian leprechaun. Errol works less and less as a library custodian these days, as his fledgling detective agency, Furtive Fotos Ltd. is keeping him quite busy of late.
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September 6th, 2009 at 4:14 am
I’m afraid the rhythm and rhyme don’t work for me on this limerick, and the punch line held no … punch!
September 6th, 2009 at 7:17 am
Let us ponder choice of rhyme words: some people have dogs, some have cats. The word “hyena” was chosen despite the fact that no one keeps a hyena as a pet. It was chosen only because the word rhymed, though it has no validity in elucidation of reality. I hope there is no further necessity for exposure regarding the fact that the poet has not found morticians who feed human body parts to any animals at all. Now that I think of it, the poet did not say “human body parts.” If it was merely negligent lack of clarity, I apologize for the sternness. If that is the case and Ravina was feeding animal food acceptable by law, why is Ravina vile? It makes me wince at the thought of the unneccessary accusation of Ravina and the false reporting of reality.
Written in true Limerick style. (Limerick can be found in Britain, Europe.)
September 6th, 2009 at 7:48 am
There once was a gal called Roberta,
Who wasn’t a silver-tongued flirter.
‘Twas sometimes a fact
Her comments lacked tact
With words that could pummel and hurt yer.
September 6th, 2009 at 3:00 pm
Paul –
Glad you’re still there with your acerbic wit.
You are right. I am not a silver-tongued flirt but I don’t know how that got into this. You could have said “of argument is not an avoider (skirter), but it might have been taken the wrong way.
It was often a fact
By injustice was wracked
When, ‘tween lines, trippingly-tongued-glibness
Had innocence falsely attacked.
To reiterate: Your criticism of me isn’t false. I’m just giving an explanation of my occasional emotional sternness.
September 6th, 2009 at 5:25 pm
I do hope the organs were at least served fresh, although I suppose, a hyena wouldn’t mind. I think Ravina might have been the cook at an old pub I use to frequent. If I took in enough pints it wasn’t bad at all.
–dj
September 7th, 2009 at 10:17 am
Thanks for the comments.
I don’t find RSG’s comments hurtful. I am open to suggestion. The limerick is a form which thrives on revision. Rhythm, rhyme, meter, connotation, pronunciation, stressed syllables, punctuation, setting, plot and character development, etc– all of these elements are squished into a tiny, demanding universe.
Ravina proves to be a complex as any of us. Perhaps she is vile because of involvement in illegal organ trafficing. Yet, she is willing to cut into her profit margin to provide her beloved pet with a nutritious raw food diet along with the kibble.
While simply reported, this limerick apparently fails as journalism. It is after all a fantasy.
I felt it would work well if it appeared close to Halloween, but I guess the editors couldn’t wait to publish it.
September 7th, 2009 at 1:03 pm
It was going to be in October but it got scheduled earlier for it’s humour. Poeple sometimes need to be made to smile on a Monday… anyway, my cat liked the purina reference – she says miauow!
September 8th, 2009 at 7:07 am
After all, Hyenas must do what comes naturally.