Tuesday, June 4, 2013

West coast of Ireland

While passing near the city of Limerick earlier this week, Jason, Cyrus, Pa and I decided to compose a limerick in honor of Pa’s first trip out of the homeland. It’s a collaborative work still in-progress, but here’s the current version:

Limerick for Pa

There once was an old Kansas man

Who’d never been far from his land

He got a fool notion

To fly cross the ocean

And find him a green leprechaun

The stewardess told him out flat

“Sir, you can’t bring your ten-gallon hat”

She buckled him tight

In that tin box all night

So he just went to sleep, think of that

His slumber spanned too short a while

Then the lady woke him with a smile

As the clouds broke, he seen

A fine patchwork of green

There below stretched the Great Emerald Isle

He bellied up to the first pub in sight

For to wet his dry whistle he might

But their black frothy ale

Made the cowboy go pale

They revived him with cold Coors Light

Driving on the wrong side of the road

Was something this boy’d never knowed

At first it was a fright

But Jas and Ang did alright

Maneuvering that little black Skoda.

The first castle this cowboy had seen

O’er forty new shades of green

He stayed for an hour

Climbed all but the tower

“See it just fine from here, don’t you see?”

He went searching for Gaels with to mingle

And found them in little Town Dingle

On their rocky green shore

He learned of Celtic lore

And at dusk came the fine Irish jingles

Each night over thick Irish stew

He soaked in their sad Gaelic tunes

Musicians round the bar

(Though, could use more guitar)

He vowed he would take the stage soon

And though he walked all over the place

He stopped often for pub grub to taste

So what weight he did lose

From the soles of his shoes

He packed on in girth round the waist