Personal limerick
Back in 2002, on alt.fan.pratchett, Diane L. composed limericks dedicated to various denizens of the newsgroup. I’ve reproduced mine below (with slight modifications for reasons of personal taste):
A dragon who’s partial to flesh
Will eat pedants as long as they’re fresh.
But if he’s well-fed
He can just keep his head
And be trusted in charge of a creche.
Rather good, don’t you think? I don’t care about the fact that “creche” doesn’t rhyme with “flesh”. It’s way too funny to lose.
Actually, people tell me that I’m quite good at interacting with children, and I’ve never eaten any of them. (Yet.)

