. . . what an idea, tea with Alice. Consider that an invite, my dearest.



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.

Al photos and silliness by Will Van Dorp.