four limerick oysters

Have you ever heard of a GoogleNope? It's a phrase that, when put between quotations and searched in google yields no results. (Like "Madeline Albright's School of French Kissing," or "diarrhea is tasty" for example.)

I learned the term recently and thought for sure that what I shouted in the shower the other day -- "FOUR LIMERICK OYSTERS, THANK GOD!" -- would count. (It does, kind of, but let me backtrack a moment.)

In Ye Olde Days, when I was an actor, I used to use a vocal warmup that was very extensive and confusing, and was intended to be said all in one breath. The contents of that warm up were these:

One hen;
two ducks;
three squawking geese;
four Limerick oysters;
five corpulent porpoises;
six pairs of Don Alverso's tweezers;
seven thousand Macedonians in full battle array;
eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt;
nine apathetic, sympathetic, diabetic old men on roller skates with a marked propensity toward procrastination and sloth;
ten lyrical, spherical, diabolical denizens of the deep who will hall and stall at the corner of the quivvy and the quay, all at the same time.

Now, apparently, I must have been dreaming of this warm up because when I woke up, I was reciting it. Except I couldn't remember what four was. (Well, truthfully, I thought four was the corpulent porpoises.)

Anyway, I thought the woman who had taught me this warm up had made it up but apparently it's some Tibetan Memory Trick. So, to my surprise, when I googled "Four Limerick Oysters," the phrase actually exists.

And I was deprived of my long-awaited GoogleNope.

And now I would like some chocolate and a nap.