Something more interesting in the works. Meanwhile… limericks.

I came up with this when the story originally came out but I’d forgotten about it. In homage to Kenneth Pinyan:

A local man once took a chance
on courting horses for romance
The horse tore a hole in
his fragile colon
And now he’s but food for the ants.

And next up

I knew a man from Kentucky
Whose mind was truly quite yucky
Once playing strip Twister
With his twin-sister
He slipped in and called himself lucky.

Bored and lonely, quarter to six
I got messaged by a pair of cute chicks
They duped me with smooth lines.
Lies! They were bovines!
But I escaped ’cause I bribed them with Twix.
I wasn’t dropped as a baby. You just wish you were this creative.