Patricia Feinberg Stoner
Patricia Feinberg Stoner wrote the funniest book that I have read this year, and now she has written The Little Book of Rude Limericks. I can’t wait to read more from this author with a keen sense of the ridiculous.
Patricia Feinberg Stoner has been writing limericks since she was ten and she has now compiled The Little Book of Rude Limericks. I am incredibly privileged to present an exclusive extract from The Little Book of Rude Limericks, prior to the publication on 15th November. I insisted that the brilliant comedy genius, Patricia Feinberg Stoner, introduce her limericks to the readers.
I just love limericks! There’s hardly an occasion that can’t be turned to humour with one of these ridiculous five-line verses. I’ve been writing them ever since I discovered the wonderful complete Limerick Book edited by Langford Reed. The result is ‘The Little Book of Rude Limericks’. Most of them are naughty rather than really rude but – beware! – there are exceptions…
What I love about this verse form is that you can shoe-horn in the most outrageous and far-fetched rhymes (for example, elsewhere in the book I’ve rhymed Norwich with porridge and storage). As the limericks in the book are set on both sides of the channel, I thought that Paris versus Paree would be a perfect example.
I hope you’ll find room for this little book in your handbag. As Oscar Wilde nearly said, you should always have something amusing to read on the train. And if you should feel tempted to try your hand at the limerick, do please share your verse with me on Facebook (Paw Prints in the Butter).
Wishing you laughter,
Patricia Feinberg Stoner
A giggle of limericks extract especially for Books in my Handbag
It’s all in the pronunciation!
Two young fellows who went on a spree
In the town that the French call Paree,
Have come home with a germ
That makes them both squirm
And burns quite a lot when they pee.
You may try, but you’ll never embarrass
An insouciant native of Paris.
If caught in flagrante
They smile and say: ‘Santé!’
Quite impossible, really to harass
From the north of England…
A greedy young fellow from York
Was exceptionally fond of roast pork.
When he saw the dish come
He’d cry ‘Yummy, yum-yum!’
And excitedly flourish his fork.
to the south of France…
A cheerful young fellow named Trev
Went off for a romp in Lodève.
But he soon lost his smile
When he caught something vile
In a house of delight called Mon Rêve.
this little book of limericks – mostly naughty rather than downright rude (but there are exceptions!) – ranges far and wide. Open it and learn how a knight-errant with a lisp can still command respect; how ladies on the autoroute don’t give their favours away for free, and how tajine is really only a posh word for stew.
Forget Christmas crackers and the tired jokes! I suggest that you buy your guests a copy of The Rude Book of Limericks and enjoy a laughter battle as you search for the best limerick. I have pre-ordered a copy of this book and will race to review this as quickly as I can.
Read my interview with Patricia to find out more about this wordsmith.
Read my review of At Home in Pays the d’Oc.
Patricia has also written a book of entertaining poetry about cats – Paw Prints in Butter. An extract from this is coming soon.
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All the cartoons in this post are by Bob Bond.