There once was a writer from Toronto
Skilled in the language Esperanto
That didn't pay the bills
She headed for the hills
Where she wound up working for Tonto.
(You get what you pay for ...)
π The rhyme scheme opens up when one says Toronto like a Torontonian: "Trawn'ah"
There once was a writer from Trawn'ah
Who kicked winter for Colombian sauna,
But the trick from the start
is--Canadian at heart--
they bring winter wherever they wand'ah. π
@MLClark See, that's why you make the big bucks.
I'm reading through the PDF of a May 15, 1969 interview NASA then-administrator James Webb gave to project management scholars.
Pretty boring, but somewhere in these 40 pages is a nugget referenced in a book.
Which is why I sought refuge in a bad limerick.
Oh, but that's the sneaky fun of tedious research, no? Moving through monotony so you can seize upon that great "aha!" with all the more enthusiasm when you reach it.
I tripped down a rabbit hole of Kosovo War diplomatic statements myself this past hour, while tinkering with the anti-memoir instead writing a poem, so... we writer types go on some strange journeys to get our kicks, eh?
Hope you get to that "aha!" soon, and enjoy at least some of the reading ride toward it.
She left a tremendous gift to the world in her performances. I'd heard she was a wonderful person, too. I'm so glad to know you found her so.