Walking the beach. Watch the surf sweeping sand, look for the wet sparkle. Too small, wrong shape, too thick, fully round, too heavy. Ahh ha, white Quartz, polished in the depths, cradles in my hand, already my thumb fits, slides, caresses the slight depression. Caressing the slight depression, caressing the slight depression, ignites the slight smile of happiness.
Sure limericks can be merry,
Though some think them dreary,
But invented in Limerick,
Seems a joker’s trick,
For surely all good things come from Derry.