https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There_once_was_a_man_from_Nantucket
In Popular Culture: “The poem has become a staple of American humor, both as an iconic example of dirty poetry and as a joking example of fine art, whose vulgarity and simple form provide a surprise contrast to an expected refinement.”
So, Asimov is better mainly because he’s more original?
Looks to me like a filk of _Home on the Range_, another example of which is the following, due to William Higgins and Barry Gehm:
Oh give me a locus where the gravitons focus,
And the three-body problem is solved;
Where the microwaves play, down at three degrees K,
And the cold virus never evolved.
Home, home on Lagrange,
Where the space debris always collects,
We possess, so it seems, two of Man’s greatest dreams—
Solar power, and zero-gee sex.
It continues for several more verses, but that’s quite enough.
Oh give me a clone
A clone of my own
With the Y chromosome switched to X
And when I’m alone, with that clone of my own
We’ll both think of nothing but sex
Huh, you’re right, not a limerick. Because it was Asimov I just assumed without thinking about it.
So, I would have asked this earlier but I didn’t check the comic for a few days, is Aimee’s hat based on the Purple Partyhat from Runescape? I,e, one of the most expensive virtual items on the internet? I figured it might be a reference to her living in a virtual world online.
Though the strip has a family bent
Some out and some in you may hint
Which may last less than ten
So in com-par-i-sin
Forty five is a pretty good trip!
“So you think I’m a loser? Just because I have a stinking job that I hate, a family that doesn’t respect me, a whole city that curses the day I was born? Well, that may mean loser to you, but let me tell you something. Every morning when I wake up, I know it’s not going to get any better until I go back to sleep again. So I get up, have my watered-down Tang and still-frozen Pop Tart, get in my car with no upholstery, no gas, and six more payments to fight traffic just for the privilege of putting cheap shoes on the cloven hooves of people like you. I’ll never play football like I thought I would. I’ll never know the touch of a beautiful woman. And I’ll never again know the joy of driving without a bag on my head. But I’m not a loser. ‘Cause, despite it all, me and every other guy who’ll never be what he wanted to be are still out there being what we don’t want to be forty hours a week for life. And the fact that I haven’t put a gun in my mouth, you pudding of a woman, makes me a winner.”
It’s the episode where Al made a furtive attempt to return a library book without paying a massive fine, but got caught on security camera footage. “Hey, man, don’t Bundy that book!”
Someone should Google Isaac Asimov’s “A Clone of My Own”. 🙂
I know that limerick. And you have a filthy mind :p
Better than the Nantucket limerick.
There once was a man
From Nantucket, and he was
Confused by Haikus.
(not by me)
Okay, the strip was good (as always), but that haiku’d limerick intro is what made me accidentally inhale coffee into my sinuses…
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There_once_was_a_man_from_Nantucket
In Popular Culture: “The poem has become a staple of American humor, both as an iconic example of dirty poetry and as a joking example of fine art, whose vulgarity and simple form provide a surprise contrast to an expected refinement.”
So, Asimov is better mainly because he’s more original?
Oh give me a clone
A clone of my own
With the Y chromosome switched to X
And then my clone
The clone of my own
Will be of the opposite sex
(There is a second verse, too, if anyone cares.)
That’s not a limerick
Believe it or not, Asimov’s bad poetry was not always in the form of a limerick. Not sure why BRGR left off the chorus…
I’d post it, but I don’t know where my copy of “Asimov Laughs Again” is right now.
Clone, clone of my own,
With its Y chromosome changed to X.
And when I’m alone
With my own little clone
We will both think of nothing but sex.
Looks to me like a filk of _Home on the Range_, another example of which is the following, due to William Higgins and Barry Gehm:
Oh give me a locus where the gravitons focus,
And the three-body problem is solved;
Where the microwaves play, down at three degrees K,
And the cold virus never evolved.
Home, home on Lagrange,
Where the space debris always collects,
We possess, so it seems, two of Man’s greatest dreams—
Solar power, and zero-gee sex.
It continues for several more verses, but that’s quite enough.
Lovely. I might need to inflict that on my eardrums someday.
Oh give me a clone
A clone of my own
With the Y chromosome switched to X
And when I’m alone, with that clone of my own
We’ll both think of nothing but sex
Huh, you’re right, not a limerick. Because it was Asimov I just assumed without thinking about it.
So, I would have asked this earlier but I didn’t check the comic for a few days, is Aimee’s hat based on the Purple Partyhat from Runescape? I,e, one of the most expensive virtual items on the internet? I figured it might be a reference to her living in a virtual world online.
Probably, considering it represents mind control.
I like how Nick doesn’t even bother to refute, take offense to, or even notice being called a loser.
Nick shares Aimee’s beliefs on the matter. Or, more accurately, the other way around. That’s the basic problem here.
Missed the freckles on Aimee in panel one.
Looks like Nick is having some character growth. Nice!
There is seriously no drawing of Aimee in which she’s not the cutest thing who ever lived (for certain values of “lived”).
All the important values of lived anyway.
There once was a web comic run
Which induced all its readers to pun
And make up some filk which others would milk
From sun to proverbial sun
It’s fun to make fan-filk of songs.
It doesn’t take me very long.
I get really in it
In forty-five minutes
Now, that doesn’t seem very wrong.
Though the strip has a family bent
Some out and some in you may hint
Which may last less than ten
So in com-par-i-sin
Forty five is a pretty good trip!
“So you think I’m a loser? Just because I have a stinking job that I hate, a family that doesn’t respect me, a whole city that curses the day I was born? Well, that may mean loser to you, but let me tell you something. Every morning when I wake up, I know it’s not going to get any better until I go back to sleep again. So I get up, have my watered-down Tang and still-frozen Pop Tart, get in my car with no upholstery, no gas, and six more payments to fight traffic just for the privilege of putting cheap shoes on the cloven hooves of people like you. I’ll never play football like I thought I would. I’ll never know the touch of a beautiful woman. And I’ll never again know the joy of driving without a bag on my head. But I’m not a loser. ‘Cause, despite it all, me and every other guy who’ll never be what he wanted to be are still out there being what we don’t want to be forty hours a week for life. And the fact that I haven’t put a gun in my mouth, you pudding of a woman, makes me a winner.”
—Al Bundy.
“And I’ll never again know the joy of driving without a bag on my head.”? I was up with this Duckman rant ’till this part…
It’s the episode where Al made a furtive attempt to return a library book without paying a massive fine, but got caught on security camera footage. “Hey, man, don’t Bundy that book!”
Joyeux anniversaire, Ms. Garrity! (In case I’m not around tomorrow).
I would say that Nick and Aimee were their own worst enemies, but with friends like these . . .
Sounds like Nick might actually have some good parenting instincts.