Limerick – Neil Meili

Category: Limerick

THERE WAS A YOUNG POET NAMED JACK

There was a young poet named Jack
who wrote verse upon his wife’s back

It tickles she said
let’s go to the bed

And they were off to rhyme in the sack

IN VINO VERITAS
IN GUINNESS LIMERICK

Tis a lovely thing the Limerick

And a pint of Guinness helps it stick

But sad their magic is fickle

And through a little may tickle

Sure and too much of either’ll make you sick

The “Lure of the Limerick” book’s at my side
The one I had sought far and wide

I was sad to discover
Some dirt on the cover

And happily much more inside

ICE STORM 2007

There was a fine lady from Maine
who found northern winters a pain

So she came down to Texas
slipped and fell where she flexes

And she won’t come the same way again