A Laddie's Limerick

There once was an Irish Gyrene,

who drank a large pot of potheen,

which was quite a potation.

As he imbibed his libation,

it started a spastic gyration,

as he winked at a pretty Colleen.

She strolled quickly by,

giving him a wink o’the eye,

which was an obvious flirtation.

So, with great expectation,

and quite filled with elation,

he sighed at the sweet passing Lass.

As the wind caught the flirt's skirt,

it arose, all afloat,

arousing the lad's anticipation.

In her direction, he leaned,

as she detected his affection,

as he slipped on the carragheen.

The poor girl said, "Alas...

'tis not a drunk I'll be a-wooin'.

Come by for a cup, to sober you up...

for it's strong coffee, I'll be a-brewin'."

The laddie grinned with chagrin, for the state he was in,

then abruptly his arse kissed the grass...

...again !

 

Copyright: March 31, 1993

Thomas K. Hyland, Jr.