A Bad Analogy

Monday, September 05, 2011


I love poetry and bad analogies. I especially love when those two things come together: limericks!  All kinds of random analogies germinate on my drive home from work. Most are abominations.

I came across the cutest tabby cat napping in a used book store the other day... which resulted in this:

     There was a young man who'd often pine
     For a feline so sinuous and fine
     On the books 'neath the sign
     It reclined, quite supine
     Like fat cones on a thick bough of pine


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