To inspire and cajole during National Limerick Writing Month, I turn to a book which I literally found on the steps of the Bozo Bus Bldg nearly 30 years ago. Chock full of dirty limericks, it has barely survived several moves and is falling apart. I present a few of them here, from the chapter "Strange Intercourse", behind a cut because I must protect innocent eyes (yes, you). ( 'ware dirty limericksCollapse ) Okay, enough for today. Maybe more later during NaLiWriMo. No promises.