"So it's thirteen feet long? I'll be blest!"
"An' it's deeper than long, at its best,
When it lilts like a lark
Or snaps hard as a shark.
(At its worst, it's a bore an' a pest.)"


Is there anything that can't be said within the confines of a limerick? Hell, yes. Still, these brief verses have considerably more versatility than I thought when I first heard of the Omnificent English Dictionary in Literary Form.

My challenge to myself: At least a limerick a week to describe my life, a book, the world, a grain of sand, whatever. Okay, it might be a word. But if it is, I must offer more than the definition itself.