A lady called Marie Harel
Made a thing with a terrible smell
If you want to know where,
It was in Camembert,
But it’s now in my fridge – can you tell?
For Frank at dVerse. A limerick. I really wasn’t going to do this, but Google inspired me. It’s Marie’s 256th birthday – another unsung female hero. But I must do something about the smell in the fridge…
Who is Marie Havel (can’t find in wiki)? Ah, wait, I found it — HaRel — got it, and the cheese. Cute.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camembert
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From the fridge blew a horrible breeze
as from corpses and rodents with fleas
Has someone been dying
are the angels now crying?
Mais non, it’s just my perfected cheese.
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Happy birthday to Marie Harel. I hope that cheese is edible. Perfect limerick with humorous ending.
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How fun. I actually grew to enjoy Camembert when I lived in France. You just have to hold your nose.
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I love puns, and your limerick is quite cheesy!
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HAHAHAHA!!! Best laugh of the day 🙂 Well done
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Now I know from whence that derived!
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I’ve got my camera, now say “CHEESE”! lol Fun limerick.
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Pretty cheesey story, (and great). That’s good that you named the town Camembert. You’ve got wits
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