A Twenty-first Century Nursery Rhyme

The cantankerous old Mr. Muffet
spoke nonsense and lies from his tuffet.
When you think that I may 
wax apophatic to say
I would never insult him, go stuff it!

                   ~

Reviews

[Marie]

I'm glad that you wrote this. I was waiting for someone to do it, and I figured it would be Baby Richochet. His, of course, would be an obscene rant, not a subtle limerick.

[Dean]

sorry to say that it is not a pure limerick. It contains an extra stress, so I couldn't call it that.

But.....obscene rant? Where?...where? You know me.

[Marie]

All right; I said limerick for want to a better word. Of course, you never do obsxene rants; I was referring to Baby Ricochet's work, which is usually nothing but. I already sent a message to him asking him if he wasn't going to do something about this.

[Dean]

I'm so out of it, I do not even know anything about this person, to the extent that I have never heard of him before.

[Marie]

You're just as well off...

[Chris]

a bit philosophic - today... too all-knowing of their own views?

[Dean]

perhaps so, my friend. Composed purely in fun.

[Chris]

In "fun" as they always are...chuckling here. It's good reading your thoughts Dean...

[Dean]

Ah, now, careful! You may fall into apophasy yourself! Hey, I'm delighted to see you again.

[Chris]

ah, but we KNOW the unknowable and live within the unlivable... and still touch the intangibles

[Dean]

Hooray for us, eh?

[Chris]

why not...

[Dean]

I agree that modesty (at times) is a virtue.
But for me it is a compulsion

[Chris]

You got me there! Chuckling here.