So my big idea for the Almanack cartoon that's due today fell apart into little pieces and I had to think of something else. Which seems to've turned out OK so far, though it could head south any minute.
Seems like a good time for a Literary Limerick!
Though donnish and quite dignified, Tom Eliot once versified, On the greenish-tiled wall Of a men's restroom stall, He signed it and then flushed with pride.