Limeridiculousness

Summary

A retired emergency physician turned writer finds joy and respite in crafting humorous limericks, embracing the freedom to mix silliness with seriousness in their work.

Abstract

The author of the content, a retired emergency physician, reflects on the therapeutic nature of writing as a means of escape from the seriousness of the world. Despite the gravity of current global events, the author has chosen to embrace the lighter side of creativity by experimenting with limericks, the 'lowest form of poetry'. This playful pursuit is not an attempt at mastery but a celebration of carefree expression. The author acknowledges the duality of their writing, which encompasses both trivial limericks and more weighty subjects, inviting readers to respond however they see fit. The overall message is one of personal freedom and enjoyment, coupled with the realization of life's transient nature and the universe's indifference to human existence.

Opinions

The author values the importance of maintaining a sense of humor and levity amidst a world fraught with serious issues.
Writing limericks is seen as a form of personal sanctuary and an antidote to the pressures of life.
There is a clear distinction between the author's professional past and their current pursuit of unapologetic fun through poetry.
The author is indifferent to the traditional standards of 'good' poetry, emphasizing enjoyment over expertise.
Acknowledging the inevitability of mortality, the author encourages readers to appreciate and engage with their work in whatever manner suits them.
The inspiration for the author's limericks and writings comes from a diverse group of individuals, each contributing in unique ways.

Limeridiculousness

Making a feast of scraps.

I’m determined to make these my own These Medium outcasts, the thrown My limerick here My limerick there Making true poets like you all bemoan

It’s a serious fucking world out there right now. You may have noticed. It’s probably gonna be that way for a while longer.

As a career emergency physician I spent some time in that seriousness. I’m retired from that now, but still doing some fairly serious shit, a lot like the rest of you — trying to make good decisions, taking responsibility for others, being responsible to others, earning a living, trying not to drive off the road, and so forth. That’ll probably continue for a while as well.

But when I write, I have the possibility of sanctuary from that. I can do as some say, and have no fucks to give.

So, when this formerly pure-prose writer decided to dabble in “poetry” it was pure fun. I’ll likely never be good at it — and don’t really try to be — and frankly my dears I don’t give a damn.

When, later, I rediscovered limericks, the lowest form of poetry, they sang to the zany parts of my little reptilian brain. What could be simpler, or more fun, than dashing off a sing-song shit-stupid stanza and sailing it out there for the world to laugh about, or better still, moan about?

Nothing! That’s what!

So, guess what?, I do!

I still care deeply about all sorts of things and give that part of me its due. But, I also have reached that stage of life where I can do as I please, so I do.

With that in mind, please read — or don’t — the silly stuff alongside the serious I spew, and react exactly as you see fit. The moans, the laughs, the jabs, the jokes are all the same to me.

I’m having fun. So thanks!

Two other thoughts that often occupy my tiny mind.

#1 — In 75 +/- years we’re all in the same place.

#2 — The universe can exist quite happily without us in it.

AMUSED & MUSING

Limeridiculousness