I sent Petrus, an artist, an email that contained reference to a pair of jugs. He sent one back about knockers (and I’m not talking doors here). Why couldn’t a pair of jugs be just that, I asked him. Two matching pieces of ceramic ware that poured liquids? Before long we were embroiled in a vigorous intellectual tussle on the nature of jugs within a gender framework in a post-modernist context.
Frankly, the whole thing needed to be brought back to Planet Earth and what could do that better than a limerick?
There once was a mug with a jug
Who kept a big bug on a rug
He would lug it around
And thought it profound
To give it a very big hug.
