Tuesday, June 26, 2007

The Lady Named Harrison

That last post (on George Wallace and his fez) makes me remember myh mother’s favorite limerick:

I once knew a lady named Harrison
Who longed to make love to a Saracen.

She had to confine her
Intent to a Shriner

Who suffered, I fear, by comparison.

Actually, she liked a lot of limericks.

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