A Gambol of Limericks
A gambol (best collective noun I could think of) of Limericks.
On a wee little trip down to Limerick
Said our driver: “I’m a Protestant Catholic.
This conundrum for me
Is a grave one you see
Gettin’ the ‘ants’ out me Prod’s and the ‘micks’ out of me Cat’lics!
A young lady of Irish class upperly
Consumed too much Hennessy utterly.
Said the Judge: “ ‘Tis not your behaviour I mind
It’s rather for this that you’re fined
That your language was so utterly gutterly.”
There was a young lady named Sue
Went to the doctor with a case of the ‘flu
Said the doctor: “The ‘flu it is not!
But a too big belly you’ve got.
As to the father, do you have any clue?
A young lady Green from Limerick
Had married an Orange man, Frederick,
Both families agreed: “What a pity it be,
But it’s plain, can’t you see,
He can be neither Nationalist nor Repub(er)lic.”
Now Carmel has asked for a Limerick proper.
Begob, that’s an Irish request and a whopper!
Most limericks I know are improperly crude,
And so delightfully, deliciously rude.
Properly, our limerick must then be quite improbably improper.