Hello! I am Keith and Katharyn’s neighbor, Molly, from across the alley. I look forward to joining the virtual gang and reading what you all have shared here.
As you may or may not know, the Star Tribune held a limerick contest last month. I sent in two contributions that I include for you here: one dedicated to my silly friend Rivi and another to Dr. Fauci. Alas, neither won me the grand prize of the Golden Roll of Toilet Paper. But the fun was in the writing.
The creative and spunky, dear Rivi.
Along came a virus
And sought to divide us
But she made a mask of her skivvies.
If I were to suffer an ouchie,
I’d want a man strong and steady like Fauci
With logic to engage in
As we battle contagion
My hero, I never shall doubt thee!
As limericks are supposed to be a little saucy in the punchline, the last verse of the Dr. Fauci limerick really should be something like “A woman would do well to couch thee.” (This is a play on “to bed” someone; because let’s face it, Fauci is a cutie pie on top of being smart and even-keeled). But, we’ll keep it clean and true-blue Minnesotan (I’m not from here). Stay well!