Let It Be Known: I Am One Of Those Rare New Yorkers Who Actuallylikes Pigeons, But I Still Think This

Let it be known: I am one of those rare New Yorkers who actually likes pigeons, but I still think this song is the bee's knees.

No pigeons were harmed in the making of this film.

...probably.

Edit: Turn on the Closed Captioning - it makes the entire experience feel like an avant-garde art film.

Too soon?

Hoitily-toitily

SNL's Samberg had

Asked an alluring young

Lady to dance.

Finding some privacy

Andy excitedly,

Anti-climactically

Jizzed in his pants.

hexasyllabical

flimsical whimsical dude from the bay state would scribble his dactyls and jot down his rhyme. trying to capture an antepenultimate vocable gave him one heck of a time!

Math! It's delicious !

I generally adhere to the "traditional" classification of limericks; that is, the poem must be dirty, perverted, somehow sex-related, or simply gross to qualify as a "proper" limerick. However, every once in a while I come across a "clean" limerick that I like so much that I have to make an exception. The anonymous poem below is one of such exceptions.

A mathematician named Klein

Thought the Möbius loop was divine.

Said he: "If you glue

The edges of two,

You'll get a weird bottle like mine."

If you are not familiar with the concept Klein bottles or Möbius loops, I highly suggest utilizing Google and/or Wikipedia as they are quite weird and a lot of fun (and you can easily make yourself a Möbius loop to play with!).

For further reading: Acme Klein Bottles has a whole page of Klein bottle cartoons and limericks. It's awesome; you should check it out.

I will formally conclude this post with some spiffy Möbius loop/Klein bottle animation.

Möbius loop

Klein bottle

Klein bottle with highlighted Möbius loop

And finally, a Klein bottle hat that I might just have to order for myself...

It's always the quiet ones...

There once was a lady named Heather

Who seemed frail and as light as a feather.

But do not be fooled,

'Cause she'll have you schooled

When she's got you in handcuffs and leather. 

- This wonderful poem was written by my friend Raph: may your mind never truly escape the gutter.

Double Dactyl VI

Jacobin-smackobin Jean-Paul Marat took in Bathtime most leisurely; Loving the soak,

It soothed ev’ry problem Dermatological, But Corday came creeping; Caused him to croak.