It’s Saturday night. I’m in a somber mood. GAAP is dying, and there seems nothing better than to get punch drunk and remember all the good times. So I have broken out a bag of Sun Chips (original flavor) and a can of Diet Coke (caffeinated, of course) and am ready to blog all my troubles away.
Tonight’s subject is limericks. One does not need a reason to launch into a merry recitation of favorite limericks. When drinking Diet Cokes and eating Sun chips, one is beyond all reason.
A limerick is a humorous poem that is only sometimes funny. How fitting! I’m a sometimes funny accountant.
It is sometimes said that the only good limerick is a dirty limerick. Who can forget, “There once was a girl from Nantucket,” or “There once was a friar named Tuck.” Because The Summa is G-rated, there won’t be any good limericks tonight. But there will be limericks. I hope you find them humorous.
The Summa 