Friday, November 19, 2010
Pounding a Beat-Down
Jim Wilson knew crime -- how he knew it!
When a lame lie got told, Jim saw through it.
A blonde makes a slip,
some crumb offers lip...
Then WHAM! "Why'd you punks make me do it?"
He's prowling, our battering boy,
For lowlifes his fists can destroy;
His home-life's no fun
Once thrashing is done...
Just thoughts of stale "Noo-it duh joy."
Mrs. Henry Windle Vail
Limericks by . Robert Ryan and Cleo Moore in On Dangerous Ground (Nicholas Ray, 1952). B-girl Moore is interrogated by Ryan's brutal cop, Jim Wilson. She applies a perfume called "Nuit de Joie" -- which she mispronounces in a poignant sort of way.