Out on a Limerick

Summary

The web content is a humorous, limerick-style narrative about the romantic pursuits of a great blue heron, with a playful attribution of human characteristics and a nod to the influence of other writers.

Abstract

The article titled "Out on a Limerick" uses a series of limericks to anthropomorphize a great blue heron's mating behavior. It humorously describes the heron's search for a mate, comparing its flight to that of a pterodactyl and likening its physical attributes to those of a "lean sex machine." The heron's hunting for food is intertwined with its quest for romance, as it stands motionless in a bog waiting for potential mates. The piece is light-hearted, with the author claiming forgetfulness about the moral of the story, yet suggesting that the birds' mating is a sign of mutual affection. The narrative ends with a playful acknowledgment of the influence and challenge posed by other writers, specifically Michael Burg and Terry Trueman, and includes a self-deprecating remark about possibly over-achieving in the limerick challenge.

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The author, Adelia Ritchie, presents the great blue heron's mating rituals in a whimsical and sexualized manner, suggesting that the bird is both skillful and irresistible to its potential mates.
The piece implies that the heron's natural behaviors, such as flying and hunting, are inherently attractive and serve as a display to potential mates.
The author humorously blames Michael Burg and Terry Trueman for inspiring the limerick, indicating a playful rivalry or camaraderie among writers.
There is a self-awareness and humor in the author's admission of forgetting the moral of the story, which adds to the light-hearted tone of the piece.
The author seems to have a tongue-in-cheek attitude towards the challenge of writing a triple limerick, suggesting that it was done with ease and that it might even be disliked by those who detest limericks.

It’s OK to give me a kick. :D

Have you ever seen a great blue heron look for places to have an affair in? With legs, neck and wings stretched out like strings, he lands in an old tree that’s barren.

He flies like a pterodactyl which females find very attractyl. He’s a lean sex machine, if you know what I mean, with his long and sharp-pointed bill.

Watching for neighborhood dogs, he searches for minnows and frogs. He postures, he waits, mainly trolling for dates, while standing stone still in the bog.

Please watch the Great Blue from a distance. With lovers he needs no assistance. He’ll jump on and peck ‘em and try not to wreck ‘em, yet finds not one bit of resistance.

The moral of this story I’ve forgotten, my old brain resembling soft cotton. But when wild birds in a tree start making whoopee, just trust that they’re both besotten.

Please don’t blame me for this. It’s all the fault of Michael Burg, MD (AKA Medium Michael Burg), and possibly Terry Trueman, whose toes Dr Burg claims to have run over with a double limerick, or some such. Rumors are flying.

So, still drooling over that triple-decker cheeseburger—to the point of having to put newspapers down under my chair—I have accepted Dr. Burg’s challenge to write a “triple limerick,” but I fear I have over-achieved, putting my challenger to permanent and unrecoverable shame.

And if you hate limericks as much as I do, you’ll really detest this one:

Out on a Limerick

It’s OK to give me a kick. :D

World’s First! — The Dreaded Triple Decker Limerick … With Cheese

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Another Bad Limerick

I feel better having written it