A KIPLING LIMERICK. I have posted on limericks and how I think that light verse is an important branch of poetry. Today is the middle of January, and there is playoff game scheduled on the Frozen Tundra in Green Bay. On this winter day in Connecticut (temperature 9 degrees this morning), here is a limerick by Rudyard Kipling from a blog devoted to limericks:
There was a small boy of Quebec
Who was buried in snow to his neck
When they said, “Are you friz?”
He replied, ” Yes, I is —
But we don’t call this cold in Quebec”
Or in Syracuse. Or Chicago.