Having a screeching headache, which brought everything in my day to a halt, I decided to go with the old limerick thing for Open Link Monday for the writers' group Imaginary Garden With Real Toads again. At least they were already written, for Mad Kane's Limerick-Off, so I didn't have to think hard, which would surely have hurt my headache.
Not a very good one, but after I tried rhyming “breeze” with “niece” I decided to go with this one. I don’t know how many knee-bones a person has, but I’m hoping more than one.
A woman was shooting the breeze
On the phone while sitting at ease
So no one was there
When she fell off her chair
And broke bones in both of her knees.
By Kay Davies
And this one was by my better half (limerickingly as well as mathematically speaking) Richard Schear:
A fellow was shooting the breeze
With talk of the birds and the bees
His wife overheard
But said not a word
For she knew he had no expertise.
By Richard Schear