Blame Jaiku

I’m trying to get back into the swing of blogging again, but it’s difficult. I used to have a lot of fun blogging, but then it began feeling like work and I felt like I was always writing boring posts or just doing promo stuff, and I don’t want to be that again.

Photoshopping stuff is the most fun, but it’s also incredibly time-consuming. But after reading a recent review at Dear Author and commenting there, I remembered one thing that I always have fun with: limericks (even though they are bad ones).

So Saturdays are becoming my Bad Limerick Saturdays (and I’ll probably have Bad Limerick Whenever-I-Feel-Like-It days, but I’m easing into it.)

Today, it’s about my new jeans (these, for those keeping score, though I didn’t buy them from Amazon. The idea of buying jeans without trying them on is unthinkable to me.)

Once upon a time there was a girl called Mick*
Trying on jeans always made her a little sick
But these give her a cute butt
That doesn’t resemble a Hutt’s
And the zipper doesn’t bulge as if hiding a dick.

*I tried using Meljean, I really did. It was just too much “jean” for one limerick. So you got my nickname instead.