Rhyme Does Not Pay
A silent limerick — well, it is if you read it with your mouth shut — at Limerwrecks, and another, chattier one.
The first is a collaboration with master of melodic mayhem Hilary Barta. I think the examples of his work here and here are particularly satisfying, and the latter has a Shadowplay connection.
And — stop press — another one from me, and another collab.
April 24, 2012 at 9:02 am
‘She gives you that weird feeling!’ that she’s a lesbian.
April 24, 2012 at 1:42 pm
She depends from your living room ceiling
And thus renders you pensive and reeling
From the cornice she hangs
With those prominent fangs —
No wonder she gives you that feeling.
April 24, 2012 at 2:50 pm
Gloria Holden. The name, thanks to Everett Quinton, just cracks me up (“Glory Holden”).
April 24, 2012 at 2:53 pm
Holden victim, Nan Grey, “barely legal” in DD (born 1918).
April 24, 2012 at 7:03 pm
Fortunately the age of consent for getting vampirized is lower than that for other thing. Or do I mean “unfortunately”?
April 24, 2012 at 7:35 pm
April 25, 2012 at 12:29 am
I love Miss Cartilage!
April 25, 2012 at 12:31 am
David, I especially love the last one, our collaboration “Faux Pair”. Irving Pichel’s Sandor has to be one of the silliest assistants ever–if only because he so solemnly serious.
April 25, 2012 at 12:32 am
If only me type gooder.
April 25, 2012 at 6:32 pm
And David has yet another limerick up today, in the first of several weeks on Tarzan.
http://limoday.blogspot.com/2012/04/johnny-one-and-done-note.html