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May.03.2013 The Emotion of this Limerick is Impersonal There once was a poet named Thomas Who everyone said had such promise Till he wrote that the Wasteland would turn into Graceland Which I don’t understand, to be Honest.	Apr.11.2013 Limerick There once was a playwright named Will Whose spelling was practically nil. Whether Shaksper or Shakspere Or Shakspe or Shakespeare Sweet Will had his will with a quill.
Oct.20.2011 A Halloween Limerick There was a gifted and talented teenWhose mother and father were always on the sceneHe went to school and got good gradesAnd always yearned to get paidRight now he is immersed in Halloween...	Oct.07.2011 Bacchus Laureate Oh, I'd like to be Poet Laureate,the best literary ballgame around,to chronicle functionsand royal conjunctionswould suit me down to the ground. To muse on the subtext of historymight prompt an account in free verse,but the annals of timewould ring with my rhymeand the picture would be none...
Dec.15.2010 Snow Limericks Snow forecasts did not prescribe salt causing traffic in winter to halt and taxpayers' odium at introuvable sodium made teeth grit and find planning at fault! Claimed drivers when ice capped their journey 'Winter's stockpile of salt's not come early. This lack of base...	Jul.15.2010 A non-PC techical mission that teaches English grammar Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to come up with a politically incorrect limerick that involves the typical conundrum of a technology project manager, presents a geography lesson and teaches ESL students the usage of the interrogative pronoun “what,” Continue reading.
Jul.17.2009 Eulogy for Father Patrick McGrath: I REMEMBER Eulogy in Limerick, Ireland for Father Patrick McGrath Greetings from Cynthia Brian in California. We mourn the death of a great man, Father Patrick McGrath who died on Sunday, July 12, 2009. Father McGrath was a life-long friend of my family and a mentor to me personally. The Reverend McGrath...	Nov.14.2008 What I never got to hear It is my Father's birthday today. If he lived he would be 89 years old. He grew up in Limerick city where his mother, a widow, ran an hotel in an old Georgian house, called McCarthy's Hotel. He was one of ten children, five sons and five daughters. In his own words, ''the hotel enjoyed a high...