As a child, I had a summer holiday every year at my Gran’s house on the north Kent coast at Herne Bay. It had all you could want as a holiday destination: a beach, albeit mostly made up of stones, two sea water pools to risk life and limb in as they were slathered in seaweed, a pier, a clockhouse, a promenade, a cinema with Saturday morning pictures, fish and chips and cockle stalls. It also had those ubiquitous tacky gift shops. We weren’t allowed to spend our pocket money on the most off kilter examples but a postcard for the other grandparent or a school friend was permitted.
When sifting through the selection, I was always intrigued by the cartoon cards. Cartoons were for children yet these were ones that caused laughter amongst the adults but seemed daft to me. This was my introduction to the saucy postcard.
This memory came to me when Esther Chilton provided this week’s Limerick prompt
Imagine if you will a surprised nurse, holding a pan of water, a doctor looking aghast and a horrified patient gripping the blankets. This was in mind when I wrote this little ditty
Trainee nurse, Christopher Tick
Was as mustard keen as he was thick.
When told to prick Colin Doyle’s
Large and aggressive buttock boil,
He, instead, heated water and boiled his…