Let Us Begin With a Limerick
by Kristina Woodhill
Hum, hum, it is time to hum limericks
A warm up to Irish toasts, Irish tricks
You see them, then don't
Leprechauns wink, then won't
They'll spin you a yarn, trade gold pots of bricks
Soft rain tapped its tune drip-then-dropical
Lush background a hedged path subtropical
You'd think you were viewing
Eire's moors, wool tails queueing
yet there in the grass glides a crockidal
Ole Wave laps its tongues on tight Causeway rocks
Hexagonal columns hold back sea knocks
Where great Giants threw
Down a challenge or two
Brave roars echo still, chasing sea gull squawks
Posted on 03/07/2014
Copyright © 2022 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jim Benz on 03/07/14 at 06:46 PM|
"crockidal"--Ha! I enjoyed all of this, but the forced (farced?) rhyme made it perfect ;)
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/07/14 at 10:03 PM|
Pure fun! Great writing. You surely know how to play with words. Great limericks as well.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/08/14 at 01:50 PM|
LOL! Entertaining stuff Kristina. I heard the other day that political correctoids now want to change St. Patrick's Day to Irish Day. :/
|Posted by Mo Couts on 03/08/14 at 09:23 PM|
Pure entertainment! :)
|Posted by Laura Doom on 03/31/14 at 10:16 PM|
'Tis a pleasure to write this review
Having feasted on pure Irish spew
that threw up a surprise
in your words to the wise
as you served neologism stew.
|Posted by Rachel Johnson on 05/17/14 at 09:35 PM|
Love this. :D Very smart.
|Posted by Gilly Wigley on 05/18/14 at 12:09 AM|
Love it, super clever, fun!
|Posted by Linda Fuller on 05/18/14 at 01:17 AM|
Sure and begorrah, 'tis a fine POTD!