5/13/2018

There once was a man called Landumb¹,
Who all would agree was sad and glum.

He had a friend named Tom,
Who was really the bomb,

Except for his inability to express his thoughts in a concise and meaningful manner, likely stemming from severe emotional immaturity and underdeveloped social skills, and resulting in the alienation of others, and the inability to adequately complete limericks…say some.

Commentary

The author is seemingly making a joke about his mental and emotional stability in this passage.

(Wakes up, and gets out of his unfilled bathtub. It’s 8 p.m. The liquor is gone. So is his dignity)

It aligns well to the light, but sometimes underappreciated, tone of the classic limerick.

(He turns on the shower. The water is cold. He doesn’t bother to move. He grabs an empty bottle of tequila from the corner of the tub, and drinks the stale remains of last night’s liquor down with cold bath water)

Indeed, it has enabled the author to add a touch of emotion to the whimsical lyricism of the limerick, while maintaining it’s optimistic tone.

(After a half hour, he turns the water off. He doesn’t bother to get up. He figures he’ll air dry in the now empty bathtub. He passes out again. Tomorrow will not be better)

Footnotes

1.) This Landon variant was coined by a small blonde girl, similar in size, temperament  (and skin tone) to an albino squirrel, known by the alias “Nikita”. She is truly the Aryan “Yin” to Pocket Ninja’s ambiguously Asian “Yang”.