It only took me a few months to notice, but somehow more than 6 months of my posts last year have disappeared into the ether. My host ISP has no idea where they could have gone, by gosh. What’s weird is that it happened in the middle of my archive. Everyone’s stumped, so it looks like my witty observations about monkeys, baseball and profanity are lost to the ages.
There’s one post I do remember, though, and that’s because it’s in verse. Maybe the lesson here is to write all my posts in verse. Then I can get work composing eddas like an ancient Icelandic poet, though it would be hard to rhyme the names of most newsmakers today, except Barry Bonds.
The limerick in question was a group effort. The first four lines came easily enough, but I was so incapable of finishing it that I sent word out to my writing group irregulars, The Hungerdungers, for their help. And here, an ode to a battle in the culture wars, is what they came up with:
Lesbians, gays and transgenders
Work hard on their social agenders.
While bisexuals try
With a girl or a guy–
If it’s warm, they’re game to upend ‘er.
I’m patiently waiting for a phone call from the folks at the Norton Anthology of Poetry.
Quite a fella,