I had no idea there was an object in the asteroid belt big enough to be considered a “proto-planet.” Ceres is about to get its close-up as a NASA probe closes in for a rendezvous in three months.
Ceres (pronounced SEER-eez) has enough gravity to hold itself in a spherical shape, and scientists think there may be some water there, but apparently that is still not enough to get past the “proto” stage, planet-wise. I confess I am not aware of the technical requirements for a space rock to advance beyond big-asteroid status, but there is some doubt that Ceres will ever qualify.
Why? For me, a place is not a place unless it can generate a decent limerick.
Based on my remote amateur observations, Ceres will fall short, as witnessed by these promising starts that were never able to form fully functioning rhymes:
I.
There was a young fellow from Ceres
Who delighted in posing odd queries.
Such as, “Why do birds fly?”
And “What constitutes pie?” …
II.
There once was a woman from Ceres
an admirer of Timmy Leary’s.
She said “Let’s all drop out”
For she was no Girl Scout …
III.
An ill-defined creature from Ceres
Had appendages he called his “dearies”.
They were all rather cute,
but fell out of his suit …
Sorry, Ceres. Planetude seems very far away indeed.
To prove that you originate from a genuine place, write a limerick about where you’re from.
Trail Baboon 
“There once was a guy from New Zealand
Who…”
Sorry – stalled on the second line… 🙂
The upcoming Ceres science is going to be tres cool, however.
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There was a young guy from New Zealand
Who went for a ride on an Eland
It kicked and it bucked
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Hey, I wasn’t done yet!
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It appears WP has now moved on from touring me to you. It behaves badly at times!
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That would be torturing.
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Then tossed him in muck
Bruised and achy he will be feelin’
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Very good, Jacque. I was contemplating another rhyme for bucked, but yours much nicer.
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I went through the alphabet seeking a consonant that might work with uck
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If you are from New Zealand you are probably cursed with an unavoidable requirement that you compare yourself to an eland. The language just doesn’t offer you many choices. Sorry. But at least you aren’t from Truk.
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Jacque – what’s that little figure under the January 3 under Jacque?
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It looks like a little icon of Munch’s The Scream but Jacque can confirm or deny.
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Yes Lisa!!
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My roommate in 1970 was teaching 4th graders, and thought it would be great fun to have the kids spell their last names backwards and then pronounce it. First kid waving his hand in the air was Eddy Cuff…
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That’s almost too predictable to be true.
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If I put that in a story I told, mig would think I was stretching truth again!
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There once was a woman from Iowa,
A state named for the Kiowa.
Now the plains there grow corn
For the organic we mourn
But there are few words rhyming with Iowa
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Connecticut offers even fewer rhymes than New Zealand.
Thanks for all the huzzahs at the birth of my grandson. I could perhaps write one for him as Venice has more rhyming potential.
There was a young babe from Venice,
Who had no need for a dentis’
He had only gums,
And opposable thumbs,
And wasn’t much of a menace.
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Well done!
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Coincidentally, I heard Garrison rhyme etiquette and predicate with Connecticut on PHC last night. I guess I didn’t try hard enough.
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If there’s a way to rhyme a word, Garrison will find it. Not saying you couldn’t have, Lisa, but he’s amazing in that area.
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My birth place is in Wisconsin
Michigan a place I also lived in
I’ve moved here and there
to places from where
people live who are midwest in origin
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There once was a shrink from Dakota,
a transplant from dear Minnesota.
She yearned for the quiet,
far from urban riot,
and moved west fill the State’s quota.
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“to fill the State’s quota”. Didn’t notice that until now!
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Two young girls from Storm Lake I-A
Would skate on the lake every day
First they shoveled a spot
And then would get so hot
That their jackets they tossed quite away.
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We could also try finishing Dale’s beginnings:
III. An ill-defined creature from Ceres
Had appendages he called his “dearies”.
They were all rather cute,
but fell out of his suit …
How to get them back in he now worries.
(well, it almost rhymes.
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II.
There once was a woman from Ceres
an admirer of Timmy Leary’s.
She said “Let’s all drop out”
For she was no Girl Scout …
And got high from some pot, not from beer-ies.
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Excellent.
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A young woman from Denmark did hail
Determined to follow a trail
Not easy nor narrow
Or straight as an arrow
So now she’s flat on her tail
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My husband hails from Sheboygan,
where he played with his toy horse and toy gun.
He now lives in Dakota.
and visits the Lakota,
and spends time under the hot Plains sun.
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A man who came from the North Shore,
Away to the south he once tore.
The weather forecast,
Made him shout “Aghast,”
And dig out the clothes he once wore.
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A man who lived in Two Harbors,
Used to live with wonderful narbors.
Often on the lake
They had fake clambake.
Which was worth all of their larbors.
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Long ago I moved to Mankato,
Where I cut many a dado.
But my hands have some flaws
So I gave up my saws,
I maybe should but some playdo.
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I maybe should BUY some playdoh
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I live in the county of Blue Earth,
Which is hard to use in a verse.
I’ll move to Koochiching
Which has much more zing.
But my rhymes are getting much worse.
I live in a county called Blue Earth,
Too German to carry much mirth.
I have a new schema,
To move back to Wadena,
Which is the place of my birth.
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I was not an Iron Ranger.
But lived in Castle Danger.
Settled by Ole and Lena,
Who came for pastures greener
What, I say, could be stranger.
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Grew I up on Jake’s Hill.
A name without an thrill.
Now Grandview Heights
For real estate might,
Much to banker’s delight.
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Up he came from Illinois
With his humor quite coy.
The end we did dread
of Dale and Jim Ed.
On his blog he still brings us joy.
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A redo:
He came here from flat Illinois
With his humor witty and coy.
The end we did dread
of Dale and Jim Ed.
On his blog he still brings us joy.
He once lived in upstate New York,
Til his father in Illinois took work.
Things outer space
Put a smile on his face
…………..
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is appendages he’d sometimes jerk?
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Look out, Clyde’s on a limerick tear!
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Clyde, the limericks are pouring out! Great stuff.
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Not a limerick, but it rhymes…
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he is the resident limerickarian
from mankato his chin its a hairy one
he rhymes like a poet
weve all come to know it
his poems are robust they are merry ones
he writes of two harbors up north
from whence he has sicne to us come forth
his daughters a preacher
a religious type teacher
whose lisping parisioners believe yes of courth
me im long ago from the city of fargo
my appendages witn me in the car go
we go out for a ride
cause when we stay in side
we watch lauren bacall in key largo
the copenhagen snoose capitol of the world
you just spit into the wind and it swirls
and it takes tobacco juice
and the residue snoose
and splatters all over the girls
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Eeewwwww!
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There was a girl born in St. Paul
Whose brain was exceedingly small.
Her efforts at verse
Went from feeble to worse.
For she had no ideas at all.
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Good limerick, but a dirty, rotten lie.
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Laurel from Minnesota
Moved to a place with no snow ta
Sled or ta ski
And revel in with glee
So she had to make do with a phota.
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Excellent!!
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we have two days to make baboon rhyme
get it rightby the third or fourth time
pick an idea to try
poetic liscense apply
let those glimmering words chant and chime
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i was born in eastern north dakota
but i left before i could grow ta
much of a person at all
just twenty one inches tall
moved across state lines to minnesota
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dales limericks are incomplete
as his trail mates we could be discrete
and finish the ribald beginning
suggesting intertererstrail sinning
or is he implying that they have extra feet?
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I have no poetry, but feel I need to point out the the news story on NPR stated that Ceres is about the size of Texas (my math brain wants to know how they figured that-surface area?).
The possibilities are intriguing.
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pi times r-squared ==surface area
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Yes, I am clear on the formula forthe surface area of a sphere.
I’m judt thinking that if you unflatten Texas, we are not talking about that big a sphere.
If the area of Texas is about 270, 000 sq miles, the diameter is under 1000 miles. Earth is about 8x the size of Ceres by diameter……..
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There once was a gal from St. Louis,
But living there made her quite shrewish.
As soon as she finished high school
She moved north — more cool,
And in winter she now tries not to turn bluish.
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I’m feeling a little bluish myself today.
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on days when it is 12 below
its so cold that cheeks above and below
get hard and deep blus
and frozen clean through
even st louis looks good dont ya know
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This haiku – not mine – seems to fit this sentiment.
I wake, reluctant;
Too cold to get out of bed
But I need to pee.
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I once was a kid in Minne-apple-ay
I grew up and moved cross the riverway
But then I moved back
And now am a hack
Writing verse that should not see the light of day
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There once was a lass from Minne-apple-ay,
Who missed a Trail post on a Saturday.
We worried and fretted
But needn’t have sweated
She showed up for the Sunday matinee.
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Sandy and I married in a hubba.
We were so deeply in lubba.
We rented from a clown
West of Dinkytown
Which is now 35-dubba.
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Hee hee!
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when space planet stuffs what were bloggin
i suspect as soon as i log in
it will be something else soon
the man in the moon
or what we should drink our egg nog in
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Here we have North Mankato,
Which is really west of Mankato.
The two cities frown,
On each other look down.
Soon we will have to send in NATO.
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I post under threat of eviction
From this Trail Baboon jurisdiction.
My past has been checkered;
I now have a record
Of an attempted rhyme conviction.
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Very good! When I first read it, I thought it was from LJB, though (because of the content)
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linda your rhymes are ok
and although you may have stuff to say
just be careful bout steve
even though he did leave
he checks back almost every dang day
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A writer who lived in St. Paul
Sold his house, belongings and all
Now he sits in his chair
And acts debonair
When his grandson and daughter do call
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You all are in rare form this mornin’.
Stuff about the places you’re born in,
or not! It’s whatever…
the topic is never
too rigid. We like non-conformin’.
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I live where the Alberta Clipper
comes out of the north, like a zipper.
Tomorrow the snow
and the wind they will blow,
and we will all feel like frozen kippers.
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OT but necessary for my mental health given the weather forecast and Daughter’s departure for college. Husband ordered seeds yesterday:
Millionaire Eggplant
Tyee Spinach
Miletta Savoy Cabbage
Napolitano Mammoth-Leafed Basil
Siam Queen Thai Basil
Thai Dragon Hot Peppers
Mulato Isleno Poblano Peppers
San Marzano II Plum Tomatoes
Brandy Boy Hybrid Tomatoes
Argentata Swiss Chard
Hot Portugal Peppers
Black Hungarian Peppers
Speckled Vermont Cranberry Pole Beans
Hidatsa Shield Pole Beans
White Half-Runner Beans
Blue Lake Bush Beans
Boro Hybrid Beet
Dick’S Pick Hybrid Butternut Squash
Green Arrow Pea
Nelson Hybrid Carrot
Cactus Flowered Zinnia Mix
Burpeeana Giants Zinnia Mix
It reads like a poem to me.
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To me, too.
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I have been trying to write an important letter, but my mind keeps trying to find the limerick rhythm.
We once rented in Prospect Park.
Living there was quite a lark.
Fun streets to walk,
For many a talk.
Only two short years left their mark.
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they opened the witches hat to the public this summer and I tried to get my clan rolling early but we got there about noon and the line to go up was around the block and we spent an hour or so waiting and the people watching was great, the neighborhood streets are very cool we didn’t grab the first parking spot and the second was a winding 1/4 mile away that made for a fun sunday walk..
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So write the letter in limericks – give somebody something to think about. 🙂
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san marzanos , brandy boys and swiss chard
go in starter pots with soil that’s not hard
with squash and some carrots
the front lawn wont be bare it
will become quite a bountiful yard
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We start the tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, cabbages, and zinnias indoors in February and March.. The rest are sown directly into the garden. The grow lights are ready and the cow pots are waiting.
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organization r us
good for you
enjoy the tundra in february and march any way you can
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What is so fun about this group is how eclectic are the interests, talents, commitments.
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The girls from Fertile-Climax,
Will never be on the Imax.
But with only players three,
They did celebrate with glee,
Ending a losing streak max.
http://www.mngirlsbasketballhub.com/news_article/show/456672
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saw that
great story
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Hot Portugal Peppers is a good name for a rock band.
Speckled Vermont Cranberry Pole Beans, a bluegrass band.
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