[There was a young girl from St. Paul]

[There was a young girl from St. Paul]
There was a young girl from St. Paul,
Wore a newspaper-dress to a ball.
The dress caught on fire
And burned her entire
Front page, sporting section and all.
-Anonymous

(Side note #1: It's 12:12 am on Wednesday and we have a blog due in less than 8 hours.  I must admit that I did read all of the poems from pages 597-611 and this was the only one my tired brain could even begin to comprehend.  It has a familiar rhythm, a clever and slight humor to it, and I can think of a dozen other poems with the same sort of beat from throughout my childhood similar to this one---"There once was a man from Nantucket..." anyone?!)

"There was a young girl..." has a great swing rhythm I want to say, it's almost as if my voice swings back and forth as it goes through the poem.  It's a very familiar Limerick style, with an almost Nursery Rhyme type of feel to it.  The meaning behind the poem, although entertaining and humorous, is not what I was initially drawn to.  It's that song-like swing to it.  I love anything I can put a tune to, being very musical, and these little Limericks are perfect for that.  In fact: I wrote one about how I'm feeling at this very moment!

There once was a girl who needs sleep

High grades she knew she must keep

But just look at the time

It's too late to rhyme

And I need to finish this blog!

(Side note #2: The original poem by Anonymous also reminded me of those people who made prom dresses out of duct tape. So strange- yet creative)