Dedicated to Thomas Pynchon for his classic rocket limericks . . .
There was this belle bulker named Alice
Who enters New York heavy, then leaves in ballast.
As she follows that beaut bulbous bow
I am oercome with desire, and vow
Some day she’ll relish dry dock inside a my palace
A dark ship from the fleet of Oldendorff
Makes regular stops in Brooklyn’s navy yard wharf
Endless sea miles repeated she’ll travel
To discharge tons of crush-ed gravel
Must I-to win her affection-into a tanker morph?
So lay in, comrades. Don’t fail us. Your limerick could built the saga of Alice.