Eight Arms Reading Room

If you haven’t at least skimmed the article I posted yesterday, this limerick may not make a ton of sense. (Okay, most limericks aren’t entirely sensible, tbh.) Anyway, here’s another one:

A Nantucket woman set out grimly

To hide some things in her chimney

Drafts of letters to a president

A dildo with a slight bend to it

From a husband some might consider unseemly.

(I'm taking some liberties with the rhyming. And also making her husband sound like a reprobate and her a bit of a shrew. In tomorrow's limerick, they're more on the same page.)