What do Isaac Asimov and I Have in Common? #NationalPoetryMonth

First, a limerick.

Every day I get more behind
And I find it hard to remind
myself of the days
I remembered the ways
And completed my work as assigned.

So, it’s probably not much of a shock, but I love limericks.

In my humble opinion, the limerick is like… Europe’s Haiku. Simple in form. Elegant but plain.


Also, usually, the dirtier the better.

I was going to write a little bit about my love of limericks going back to when I was way too young to know better, but then I started doing a little research and learned something awesome.

Some of you probably already know this, but dirty limericks were a special hobby of beloved Science Fiction author Isaac Asimov.

Seriously, check it out. Straight from the collection of all human knowledge (Wikipedia)

“Toward the end of his life, Asimov published a series of collections of limericks, mostly written by himself, starting with Lecherous Limericks, which appeared in 1975. Limericks: Too Gross, whose title displays Asimov’s love of puns, contains 144 limericks by Asimov and an equal number by John Ciardi. He even created a slim volume of Sherlockian limericks (and embarrassed one fan by autographing her copy with an impromptu limerick that rhymed “Nancy” with “romancy”). Asimov featured Yiddish humor in Azazel, The Two Centimeter Demon. The two main characters, both Jewish, talk over dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, about anecdotes of “George” and his friend Azazel. Asimov’s Treasury of Humor is both a working joke book and a treatise propounding his views on humor theory. According to Asimov, the most essential element of humor is an abrupt change in point of view, one that suddenly shifts focus from the important to the trivial, or from the sublime to the ridiculous.

Isaac Asimov – Wikipedia

So, basically, everything I thought I needed to say to defend my love of stupid, pun-filled dick jokes in poem form has been replaced with a sudden and overwhelming sense of purpose.

This discovery brings with it the revelation that I have two things in common with Asimov. (The other being plutonic claustrophilia.)

The more you know, right?


There once was a dude named Matt,
who very much loved his cool hat.
But the douchey MRA
took the coolness away
So now he wears a cravat.