A Month of Limericks, #8 "Sophia, who lives in Sioux Falls"

Sophia, who lives in Sioux Falls
Can bake a soufflé that enthralls.
Suffice it to say
That Sophia's soufflé
Was featured one year in McCall's.

A Month of Limericks, #7 "There once was a man from St. Paul"

There once was a man from St. Paul
Who spoke with a hint of a drawl.
When asked "Are you southern?"
He said "No, but mother 'n'
Dad were from Texas, y'all."

Another young man from St. Paul
Encircled his house with a wall.
"For I've noticed," he cried,
"That in case of a tide
I have no other shelter at all"

A Month of Limericks, #6 "Two grandmothers living in Hinckley"

Continue the series based on Upper Midwest place names.

Two grandmothers living in Hinckley
Had wind chimes, both charming and tinkly.
They practiced together
In all kinds of weather,
And soon they could play them in syncly.

A Month of Limericks, #5 "A citizen's board in Duluth"

Another limerick based on the name of an Upper Midwest city.

A citizen's board in Duluth
Was asked to determine the truth.
"How will they test us
To see if asbestos
Is affecting the teeth of our youth?"

A Month of Limericks, #4 "A decorous man from Decorah"

Years ago, for reasons I don't completely remember, I did a series of limericks celebrating the cities in which Minnesota Public Radio had stations at the time. Over the next few days, I'll publish some of them and perhaps add some for the more recent stations.

A decorous man from Decorah
Once sported a feathered fedora.
When they ask "What is that?"
He replied "It's a hat
Embellished with fauna and flora."

A Month of Limericks, #3 "Roman Holiday - A Bit Pre-Halloween Nonsense"

An American tourist in Rome
Lost his way in an old catacomb.
He was found by a ghost
Who made coffee and toast,
And soon he was feeling at home.

A Month of Limericks, #2 "Aubade? Oh Bad!" ( Two Versions)

Version #1

What's that sound that you hear in the distance
With annoying repeating persistence?
When I have been sleeping
It takes that much beeping
To break through my morning resistance.

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Version #2

What's that sound that you hear in the distance
With annoying repeating persistence?
My alarm in the morn,
Like the sound of a horn,
Bringing consciousness back to existence.