Let Us Begin With a Limerick by Kristina WoodhillHum, 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
03/07/2014
Posted on 03/07/2014 Copyright © 2024 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.
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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! |
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