Brigid was a lady no one went near
Irish true, but some still had fear.
If she should pray
One would hear her say,
“For my King a lake of great beer.”
Monday, February 09, 2009
I Entered a Saintly Limerick Contest and All I Got Was This Lousy Blog Post.
No Hard Feelings. I just thought this was clever.
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1 comment:
I thought it was good too...
but it's hard to beat Thomas a Bucket.
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