limericks and closets

I have to say that your limerick flows much better than "there once was a man from Nantucket" even if it isn't nearly as catchy and beautifully explicit. I also felt it necessary to note, for anyone reading this, that in fact, May did NOT lock her children in closets. (It did kind of sound like you were admitting to something May so I thought I'd "get your back"). This is of course only assuming that that woman we met at NARPA wasn't right. This lovely, peach of a woman who May and I met, told us that psychiatric illness is always the result of abuse. God I loved that. Hey May, I'm coming over to kick your ass right now.