Four Limericks on Life

He goes by the surname of Fauna;
From platypus to the iguana:
He hunts and he stalks
And he ceaselessly talks
Of death and the killing he want’ta.

She goes by the surname of Flora.
She’s plankton; she’s trees, a plethora,
But lives in a dread
Avoiding his tread;
He’s Sodom; he’s death; he’s Gomorrah!

He eats, he digests, he excretes her;
She’s worried each time that he meets her.
It’s not so dismaying
To find him decaying:
His syrup of nitrogen treats her.

Submerged in a hostile reality
Humanity flirts with finality.
He yearns to transcend
But his carnal self wins
And he wastes all his life in banality.

Old Jules

Copyright © NineLives Press, 2004


Interesting aside:

“The midnight sun is a sore trial for amateur astronomers in the high North,” says Fredrik Broms of Kvaløya, Norway. “But now, after a long summer without stars (save one), darkness is falling again. Last night when I was watching the beautiful conjunction of Jupiter and the Moon, the first auroras of the season suddenly appeared!”

“I am looking forward to a great season with lots of activity on the sun!” says Broms


GEK, the friend who owns this place is going into high gear preparing for the Hatch Chili Festival coming up soon in Hatch, New Mexico.  Last night he sent me a pic of his latest creation involving Siberian wolf fangs:


Upcoming White Trash Repairs Project – Soon to be a nesting box

Getting the guts out of there without destroying the aesthetics is the challenge A layer of dead leaves or horse bedding chips in there and the Great Speckled Bird explaining the operation, they'll be right at home.

“Life after death will take care of itself howsomeever it plays out.  Finding something useful to do with yourself when the future passes you up without volunteering yourself for the burn pile is a this-lifetime matter worthy of concern.”  Josephus Minimus

“I am a Long Tall Texan” – Bob Luman

18 responses to “Four Limericks on Life

  1. Momlady: Morning to you and thanks for the visit.

    Bob: Class act. Thanks for stopping in.

    Gracias, J

  2. There once was a poet named Jules,
    Who avoided pig ignorant fools.
    Said he, “Please quit handling
    The eggs I’ve been candling,”
    And that was just one of his rules.

    • Fearguth: Thanks for stopping in. Maybe one of the best ways to learn to suffer fools joyfully is to spend a lot of time in our own company while learning to love it. Avoidance is just a matter of staying away from mirrors if I can’t stand the heat. Gracias, J

    • My God. This blog is a mine of memories.

      I haven’t thought about candling eggs for fifty years. When I was about 10, I sat in the stock room for hours and candled cases and cases of eggs to be sold in my Dad’s grocery store. This was in the days when a lot of produce was still acquired locally, instead of being shipped all the way from New Zealand or Waxahachie or other foreign parts.

      Some of the ladies that bought groceries from us would have surely got the fantods if they found a chicken in one of their eggs. Maybe even been scarred for life, what with all that hot grease right there.

      Preventing such a tragedy was a good job to put a kid onto. I did find a few bad ‘uns, now and then.

      But man was it boring, after the first tray or so.


  3. A serious use of the limerick. I love it. The best of limericks are usually bawdy and I’ve wondered why a serious subject is not used. I’ve only seen a few. I like to make up limericks but in my youth it got me trouble, especially with girls and teachers.

    Limericks I made in my youth,
    always contained a’little truth.
    but when on a date,
    one should not relate
    how the footprints got on the roof.

    Like sex, I’m not very good at it but I like to do it.

  4. Oldfool: Nice limerick. I loves them too. Find myself composing them in my discussions with the chickens and cats, which they find both profound and instructive. Thanks for stopping in and adding to my poetic appreciation this morning. Gracias, J

    Hi Bob. Can’t help wondering if a childhood including the experience of candling eggs mightn’t be the key element causing the disfranchisement of the now-elderly from the gonna-be-elderly-but-currently-spiked-hair-and-nose-studs. Maybe I’ll get inspired and write the Great American Limerick about that.

    Thanks for the comment and stopping in. J

  5. Once again, my comments disappeared into the ether, and I’m going to listen this time, so I’m just going to say, I like everything about this post.

    I have to ask, though, is Josephus Minimus a pseudonym for Old Jules?

    • Hi Teresa Evangeline: Thanks for coming by and commenting. Sorry the ether liked it and got hoggish about sharing.

      Josephus Minimus would probably claim to be Old Jules if someone asked him, which would be awkward. Old Jules claims no kinship to Joseph Minimus, though we share the same biological father. Nobody ever knew who our mother[s] were because she was on the wild side and got around a lot. Might be the same woman, or mightn’t.

      Gracias, J

  6. Great poem, enjoy it a lot!

    Those Siberian wolf fangs look pretty cool, do you get that by hunting the wolves there?

    • Hi Slitty Eye. Good to see you stopping in. Glad you enjoyed my doggerel. Gale buys the wolf teeth online somewhere. As nearly as I’m aware there aren’t any wolves here, but life’s full of surprises. There are ocelots, jaguaraundi and the neighbors claim we have a mountain lion coming around occasionally. Might be true. The deer are getting mauled badly by something that goes bump in the night, I reckons. I’ve got lots of coon teeth, some fox teeth, some bobcat claws and coyote teeth, but I don’t go looking for them. If they tend their own affairs I tend mine, live and let live, that sort of thing. I don’t need no stinking wolf teeth.

      Thanks for the visit. Come back when you can stay longer.

  7. “And he wastes all his life in banality.” Is this like being, “…stuck in Lodi again?”

  8. unique style of limericks,

    loved them all, thanks for sharing.

  9. enjoyed your entry, thanks.

    feel free to read and visit your peers.


  10. great poem and limericks, he is powerful, haunting imagery.

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