I have always had a great interest in silly limericks and dirty ditties.
In fact, any silly poems or puerile songs have managed to linger in my head years after I first come upon them.
When my husband and I first met, he was fascinated how I could reel off series of stupid poetry as well as make them them up randomly. Long verses that would ensure lots of laughing. I stopped doing it years ago, possibly part of the aging process. However, now and then I get bursts of inspiration. More so now my son is getting to the age of wonderful silliness.
Limericks are my favorite. Sensible ones are fine but if they are crude or very stupid you can bet I will be laughing uncontrollably.
For a dirty ditty to work, it has to be a bit crude without being obscene. There is a fine balance. Too rude makes you feel it has crossed a line. Smutty is fine. Combine that with humour and you have something very amusing on hand. The word "bawdy" comes to mind.
Sadly, I sometimes spend my time reading dirty ditties on the Internet and have laughed myself silly. In fact, tonight I came across a poem that was so childishly gross that I laughed until my make up ran. Tempted as I am to put it on the blog it would only confirm your suspicions that I am sometimes a complete moron.
I did email it to my husband for him to read tomorrow morning. I am sure he will say something like "must you always destroy that feminine mystique?".
Once my husband came across a book that belonged to his parents. It was full of dirty ditties from war time. I read them all out loud and was unable to get through a page without laughing. They were fantastic. I do wonder where the book is? I could do with some senseless giggling.
Today I picked up my son from school and he asked me if I knew what limericks were. He reeled off a couple that he made up and then I told him a few (keeping it clean).
We made up some more and, sure enough, the standard dropped.
I mean, it was unavoidable when a limerick starts with "there once was a girl from China".
This evening we were making up more of them. Not all of them were naughty, just plain old silly ones.
My husband brought up one that started something like "there once was a man from Nantucket" which left my son giggling away as he went to bed.
How wonderful learning something new and funny.
Once again I am reminded of the fantastic power of words.