A few months ago, someone wrote a limerick about coffee and pasted it in place of the Nantucket Blend coffee label. Perfectly understated and random, the stunt inspired a thorough investigation on my part. Everyone I asked denied their part. Either because they really were innocent or because they were great liars. I can never tell. Probably because I'm so innocent and pure. I wrote a response limerick beseeching the secret poet to reveal his or her identity, but there was no response. A few weeks later, the same poet posted a lesser limerick about another flavor, but ignoring my piece, and the whole incident died down. Until today, when Jeremy once again suggested that I was behind the original stunt. It's either a brilliant diversion on his part- he was one of my first suspects- or he's really as intrigued by the anonymous limericks as I am. His logic, however, was slightly more flawed than mine:
Moi: I told you I didn't write it. I wrote the response limerick.
Jeremy: So?
Moi: So why would I write a response and sign it asking for the person to reveal their identity if I wrote the limerick myself?
Jeremy: To draw attention to the first poem. There was an episode of Murder, She Wrote on this. Really, it's just like the episode.
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