It's raining. There's no one in the MRA. And my husband stole my iPod. I've had to turn to the basest form of self-entertainment: inventing limericks.
There was a MAD librarian
Who wished he could speak Hungarian.
To sort made him sad,
And now he's quite mad,
And thinks that his first name is Marian.
Lame. I know. What else rhymes with librarian?