First off, this limerick (despite its name) has nothing to do with macaroni. I’m not suffering from Passover pasta-withdrawal. Nor do my dreams (or nightmares) ever feature anything of a noodle nature.<\/p>\n
So why the title? I just learned, from the delightfully informative Miss Rumphius,<\/a> about the rare and usually comic form called macaronic verse<\/em><\/a>. What the heck is macaronic verse<\/em>? We’re told that it’s a usually absurd and nonsensical “poem in a mixture of two languages, one of them preferably Latin,” and that “the poet usually subjects one language to the grammatical laws of another to make people laugh.”<\/p>\n So naturally I had to try it, mixing legal terms (mostly Latin) in with standard limerick English:<\/p>\n Macaronic Limerick The corpus is AWOL. Oh my!
\nBy Madeleine Begun Kane<\/p>\n
\nI attest that I left it hereby.
\nWhat a bona fide mess.
\nMy mentis has stress.
\nIt’s de facto I mortemed that fly.<\/p>\n