[pct-l] a limerick for Yogi

[Trekker4 at aol.com (Trekker4@aol.com)]

This starts in the way the old "dirty" limericks frequently started;  whereas 
it won't be dirty, it'll talk about dirt. All words and phrases in  italics 
are words Yogi's used in her journals.
 
 
There was a young hicker named  Yogi;
she definitely is not from Muskogee.
 
She's hiked long trails, year after year,
hiking town to town to have her some beer.
 
Now she says she's more sober, 
and finished the CDT just after  October.
 
Now she's a very, very strong lass,
but sometimes says she smells like  ass.
 
We know she means that figuratively;
But at times she believes it literally.
 
With legs of steel she moves  forward,
The AT, PCT thrice, and CDT move her  onward.
 
When motionless, she works on her prose,
While blowing snot rockets out her  nose.
 
The desktop, keyboard, monitor, and carpet must look  awful.
Added tasty beverage stains make them  sanitarily unlawful.
 
But from time to time she must sit, 
Her mind wandering outside, having writ.
 
Of mountains, valleys, dust, wind, and  snow;
It all turns her on, don't you know.
 
For 10,000 miles at least, on down those  trails,
Through rocks, roots, lakes, and across streams she  sails.
 
It's definitely a different life that she  chose;
And we just love her for that, God knows.
 
 
Bob 
Big  Bend Desert Denizen
(Naturalized Citizen, Republic of  Texas)