Well I was really bummed, but since Tamar took the time to compose a new limerick on my blog, I will repost mine, minimally edited so as to reach a fair compromise with the language police here at blogspot.

It was in response to the lesson Peter gave us regarding the Roman farmer who was commissioned by the Emperor Tiberius to grow cucumbers for him all year round. The process was as simple as it was definitively Roman. The farmer dug a pit, filled it with excrement, planted his seeds and covered it with mica, which kept everything out except for the sunlight. Given my personal perspectives regarding the Romans, I found this so amusing that my laughter must have caught the ear of either Erato, Polyhymnia or Thalia. Whichever Greek muse condescended to grace me with the spark of inspiration, apparently I warranted no further attention than a quick grope, as my flash of creativity was limited to a simple, five-line limerick which I now humbly submit to you, my friends, classmates, colleagues and instructors:

There once was a bright Roman git
Who once dug a deep Roman pit
For the Emperor's hunger
He would grow cucumbers
But started by shovelling..........uncomposted animal solid waste!!!

Oh, and my poinsettias are starting to colour up nice