In Honour of Sam David Parker

The man talks in riddles, you know… well, limericks!

As you know, even since taking board, a couple of co-editors, the control freak in me — and the polite Englishman — insist that I do my best to read and understand every piece we receive. Although I can write poetry, I often struggle to find my way through other peoples’ works.

Sam David Parker🌸 usually sends in sets of limericks, and I love them because there isn’t really anything to understand. I’m not saying he chats shit — far from it — but that style of poetry is fun to read. It doesn’t need to mean anything. You don’t need to take it seriously. Being amused is enough. At least, that’s my take on it.

It took a while, but I recently began dropping the odd limerick in the comments after editing Sam’s work. I enjoyed it. God knows I am under a lot of pressure at the moment — hence the fact that I am writing for me far less frequently than I used to.

The ones I wrote for him today flowed naturally, so I am going to not quit while I feel ahead.

Sam

There was a US writer called Sam But on Mondays, I’d call him Pam He thought it was strange That I was deranged But was relieved I’d not called him Cam.

Elsa, the Dog

I live with a large short-haired bitch She’s a pain in the arse but no titch This Olde English Bulldogge Uses my garden for a bog It’s like living with a four-legged witch.

English writer, dabbling with limericks

That was a challenge.