Limerick 1

A lovely young charmer named Jean
Was dainty and tender and clean
Her legs I adored
But I always deplored
That I never could get in between.


Not mine, Chandler's. He was around seventy then. Explains to some extent the last line. By the way, Jean was his Australian secretary, and Chandler's wife had died a few years ago. Alcoholism was having its usual dual effect of raising passion, but lowering performance.

I was once getting a job in a spot called Limerick. If a man is by his town made, that would have been a fun place.