Yesterday, at the conference, I spied a stack of paper belonging to my editor, with the word “Rickety” scribbled on the bottom of the top sheet. Naturally, that was enough impetus for Lame Rhymetime, so it was hard not to scribble a limerick back without permission:

There was once a man from Rickety
Who was highly-strung and fidgety.
Although, in his mind,
He was dashing, tall and kind,
Others thought he was just plain midgety.

Don’t be afraid to admit how cool you think I am.