Maggie's Farm

Doesn't anyone here remember the rude [but funny] limerick about the Sphinx and the camel? I think it ends with ... "Which accounts for the hump on the camel, and the Sphinx's inscrutable smile."

Oh dear. I remember it now. Forget that I brought it up.

Marianne

Garry my friend ... A limerick is not a folk song, I fear. And many of them are incredibly raunchy, as I'm sure you know far better than I. But I used to have an Irish friend, a radio executive, who shared my debased taste for limericks. And we would meet once in awhile in the late afternoon for a drink, and laugh ourselves silly over the latest salacious bits we had encountered in the course of our real work. And then he would go home to his wife, a real charmer she was, just as he was, and their six kids.

Meanwhile, I would reflect on the latest pearls of wisdom -- like this one:
"Said the beauteous Magda Lupescu, As she rushed to Rumania's rescue, 'Tis a wonderful thing to be under a King, Is democracy better, I esk you?"

It's funnier, I guess, if you can remember, as I do, that King Carol of Rumania had Magda the beautiful as his mistress -- or, as Time Magazine used to call it "his great good friend."

I'd better stop now.

Marianne, who used to be called 'the Merry Widow...'