Limericks

This is a Postlette Outlet. Sort of like a Postal Outlet, yes, except completely different.
This isn’t a post, per se, see. Because I’m not posting today, as by prior agreement with myself, and I see no conflict with posting, er, postletteing, if I close my eyes while typing, so if you see any typos, it’s not me, because I’m not here. Besides I think by implication or assumption the intent of my statement was that I wasn’t going to post today at my other blog. So this is fine in any case. See how that works?
To continue on silly note, Mad Kane has something for you to read,

The response to my spring limerick contest exceeded my wildest hopes – nearly 60 poems were submitted. In fact, there were so many wonderful entries — some poignant, some laugh-out-loud funny — that it was hard to select the winners.
But the voting’s in and the panel has rendered its decision. Okay, I admit it – it was a panel of one – me. Still, I did so much arguing with myself, that it felt like a much larger panel.

…The Limericks