Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me.

It is my ambition to be on NPR's Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me.

I would love to appear on "Not My Job," but I have to become more significant first. Alternatively, I could rob a bank while riding a Segway and smuggling a loris in my pants, in which case I would surely be the final answer to a question in "Lightning Fill in the Blank" that Moe Rocca would guess wildly and get correct, or would cost Paula Poundstone the game.

More likely than either of those, however, is that I will be hired to replace Phillip G., who writes the limericks for the show. I'm not sure what that guy thinks rhyming is, but he seems to think it's a couple degrees removed from assonance.

Watch these limericks, two of which were made up on the spot.

Click the title of this blog post to watch the video.