Limericks From Limerick

A stop on our Eurorail trip through our beloved Ireland, Limerick will always hold a special place in our hearts. The night we stayed there, we wrote a couple of limericks relating to our trip to commemorate!

Photo provided by the authors.

By Anna

Because the tourist picked up rubbish,

The old lady thought she was Irish

No! She just loves the land

Hills rolling green and grand

The local’s praise her sole, humble wish.

White dots in a sea of forest green

Not to question this mythical scene

But I have searched this place

Gone on a wild sheep chase–

‘Round the bend, here they are! Where’ve you been?

White speckled gray, tranquil on the path

Waves crash the shore, it feels the Cliffs’ wrath 

It will carry me far

Faster than any car

But I’ll fall the moment it will dash!

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By Zofia 

There was once a woman with a brain

But in a rush, left it on the train

And tried to go back.

A brain she did lack

And so she stumbled into the lane.

This weight on our back, onwards I tread

To the land of ire and of read head

Till we find a town

Of the name “Gall-wown”

What a strange name!—Oops no, I misread.

Walking past the people’s park, a girl plays.

She skips past cobblestones walls most days

And touches the moss 

Which she comes across.

Oh to grow up in the Limerick haze!