St. Patrick’s Day Brings Thoughts of Limericks

BY CLIFF LOWELL

When I grew up, I don’t remember doing much on St. Pat’s Day. We surely made green paper shamrocks, and had an image or two of leprechauns and a pot of gold at school, but there was no corned beef and cabbage in our home diet. One thing I do recall was writing limericks which are associated with our Irish heritage. Here are some I created and/or like.

There was a young man from Lincoln whose eyelids were always a blinkin’.

He met a young miss who gave him a kiss because she thought he was winkin’.

A guy whose home was in Wahoo shouted to one and all, “Yahoo!”

I must also mention he got our attention covering his body with tattoo.

My home was once claimed by a mouse. I set traps all over the house.

The hunt sadly ended as I hadn’t intended to catch the big toe of my spouse.

Did you hear ‘bout the young man from Poole who didn’t go out as a rule.

But he met a young lass who thought he had class, until he called, riding his mule.

Who knows of the young lady from Gibbon who was sent to the store for some ribbon?

She bought fancy lace and fell in disgrace with only her scanties and bib on.

An old guy who lived in Eagle walked with a dangerous wiggle.

Folks who thought he would fall, gave him a cane and all, including a guide dog — a beagle.

There was a shy man named Barney who courted a lady from Kearney.

He wooed and he caught her, but all that he taught her was his word was a lot of bull-arney.

There once was a boy named Nate who kissed his sweetheart by the gate.

He found out the next day in an embarrassing way, Love is blind, but the neighbors — they ain’t.