miscoranda: by Sean B. Palmer

I would first like to apologise again to Adam Wendt for calling him Adam Keys. With that aside, it's limerick, sayings, and poetry time. Enjoy!

A wanton young lady from Wimley

When reproached for not acting quite primly

Replied, "Heavens above!"

"I know sex isn't love!"

"But it's such an enchanting facsimile!"

—via Jill Lundquist

She notes that the "facsimly" rhyme is the best part. But Londoners do it best:

Here did I lay my Celia down

I got the pox and she got half a Crown.

—anon., Chancery Lane, 1719

And now a silly one to trail out with...

Mary had a little lamb

She tied it to a pylon

Ten thousand volts went up its ass

And now its wool is nylon

There. That'll do nicely.