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.
Ciao
LC
Another side of Linda is revealed.
ReplyDeleteOh, Linda, we are indeed soul sisters. I love a dirty limerick or poem. And like you, if they get too dirty, they are just gross.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to read that poem that made your make up run. Email it to me?
I could use a good laugh today. Thank you!
RJ: I have many sides. I think this one reflects my true age.
ReplyDeleteKaren: Now I did send it and you will have to admit it is of a very low standard.
In fact, when I tried to read it out to my husband and son I could not get past the first two lines. Husband just stared. He found my reaction funnier than the poem.
There once was a lady named Linda
ReplyDeleteWho thought, "Maybe I should rescind a
Smutty lim'rick or three
Lest my son tarnished be?"
Then forgot as she gazed out the winda ...
Doug998:
ReplyDeleteDear Doug, that's so awfully clever
I do think we could get together
To work out some new verse
That I could slip in my purse
For whatever, whoever and wherever.
Sadly, that was the best I could do today.
Although, I do know a good one that starts:
The Duchess when once pouring tea...
I wish you a blessed thanksgiving
ReplyDeletesoft as silk
white as milk
sweet as honey
and full of money
Izzat: Thank you Izzat. I love the lines of the verse - especially the second last one - honey being a favorite of mine.
ReplyDeleteThe Duchess when once pouring tea
ReplyDeleteSaid, "I love this caffeine and it's free!"
Wherupon she cartwheeled
And her fate, it was sealed
Side effects - they splashed down to her knee ...
Doug998:
ReplyDeleteYou limerick's are both very clean
I wonder, does that really mean
That my wit must stay pure
And I must endure
Resisting the urge for obscene?
and the Duchess limerick that I read when very, very young.
The Duchess when once pouring tea
Did ask "do you fart when you pee"?
I replied with some wit
Do you belch when you shit?
I do think that was one up to me.
But alas, it was only half time,
ReplyDeleteAnd the Duchess was witty (the swine).
"Do I belch when I shit?
No, I burp when I spit!"
Now I'm working on something sublime ...
Doug998:
ReplyDeleteThis Duchess you speak of so free,
A confession I must make to thee.
That burping and spitting?
And belching with shitting?
Well, I actually think I am she!
My Dad taught me this one at much too young an age -
ReplyDeleteThere once was a man from Newcastle
Who received in the post a brown parcel
And on it was writ
All covered in shit
"A present from somebody's arsehole".
I loved the Duchess! hahaha
InvisibleWoman: Haha, I love the naughty limericks the best. Kids need to be taught limericks nice and early as it helps grasp the English language so well.
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