Limericks For Saint Patrick's Day

This Poem was written by Linda Louise Johnson.

Patrick at sixteen years
taken far away from home
a captive slave, still a boy
on a hillside all alone.

Under foreign skies
the shepherd called to God
Speak oh Lord and tell me
why I'm bound to Irish sod.

A hundred prayers he prayed by day
at night almost the same
called to prayer in ice and snow
and baptized in the rain.

Listening for the still small voice
from heaven's holy heights,
longing just to know the One
who hung stars in the night.

Through six long years the slave
breathed in revelation
alone with God below the sky
certain of salvation.

Then he was free, escaped to home
learning more of Christ, the Truth and Way.
A changed man now, humble, kind,
wanting only to obey.

When in a dream the angel came
and called him back to Ireland,
so he brought the Word of Christ
and forever changed the land.

In the countryside and villages
before the great cathedrals soared
Saint Patrick spoke the truths of God
and souls came to the Lord.

He set a fire of love and truth
and it's blazing still
in Irish hearts who come to know
what he learned on Irish hills.

And so if you are in Ireland
and you're under starry skies
look up and pray as Patrick did
until the voice of God draws nigh.

Born in Wales or Scotland, as a teen Patrick was captured and sold into slavery in Ireland. Six years later he escaped to Gaul (now France) where he later became a monk. Around 432 he returned to Ireland as a missionary and succeeded in converting the island to Christianity. Later in life he wrote a brief text, Confessio, detailing his life and ministry. (It is now known as The Confession of St. Patrick in which he writes of his years of slavery as a shepherd, praying in the woods and mountains. He reflects that the ice, rain and snow did not bother him, he was so on fire for God. )
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This Poem was written by Tony Payne.

Saint Patrick would have never believed
How his memory would become perceived
In the Emerald Isle they do it in style
With green outfits, green hats and green sleeves

In the New World they went one step beyond
As they do there across the pond
With jugs of green beer
And all sorts of cheer
And silly hats often are donned

Corned Beef and Cabbage are common
In Chicago, New York and Boston
But in Olde Dublin Towne
They'd certainly frown
Guinness is their usual custom

When 17th March comes along
It's an excuse for drinking and song
People form into crowds
And get really loud
As they do when they form into a throng

The next day starts with a warning
Heads are thumping as a new day is dawning
We drank way too much
Spoke fluent double dutch
There's a price to be paid in the morning

This Poem was written by Tony Payne.

Do you believe in Leprechauns
Rainbows with pots of gold
Fairies, Piskies, Gnomes and Dwarves
Or have you just grown old

I sometimes stop and wonder
Where these ancient tales come from
Were there really once such things
And if so, then are they gone?

This world is full of strange events
You can read it throughout history
There's UFO's and flying things
It really is a mystery

But for the sake of old Saint Pat
Let's imagine for a day
That fairy tale folk they do exist
You might see one at play

This Limerick was written by Tony Payne.

When the world's dressed up in their green
The brightest colors that you have seen
They are drinking good cheer
With green colored beer
It's not dirty though, it's clean

This Limerick was written by Tony Payne.

An Irish builder called Mick
Did a very unusual trick
He would juggle his tools
Which was really quite cool
Til they landed one day on his foot

This Limerick was written by Tony Payne.

While walking an Irish lass tripped
And into a puddle she slipped
When a man pulled her out
Did she holla and shout
Cos he trod on her dress and it ripped

This Limerick was written by Tony Payne.

A young Irish maid once spilt
Green beer all over a quilt
She was really quite shy
So she wiped it all dry
But blushed because of her guilt

This Limerick was written by Mike Oberg.

I met a man in Ireland
Who liked to drink his black and tan.
I said, "Try a Guinness.
After much drink between us
He no longer can take a stand!

This Limerick was written by Mike Oberg.

I once met a monk who could inspire
When espousing his spiritual fire
And soon I had found
He was quite profound
In fact, you could call him a deep friar!

This Limerick was written by Mike Oberg.

There was a man from the upper class
Who drank to the bottom of his glass.
He drank with his mule;
They said "what a fool"!
When he tripped and he fell on his ass.

This Poem was written by Donna Cavanagh.

What have you done for me?
There was one celebration years ago
That nine months later gave me a baby

My one dog's birthday also falls
On your special day
The luck of the Irish certainly crosses my path
My gratitude to you, words cannot say

You drove the snakes from Ireland
They honor you with a grand parade
We dress in green and we sing Irish songs
Your popularity never seems to fade

St. Patrick's Day is special to me
For all the reasons stated above
I view this holiday as a way to share
A little debauchery and a lot of love

On March 17th I will celebrate your day
There will be corned beef, cabbage and some green beer
I am pretty sure now no babies will follow
Although another puppy might be okay next year

This Limerick was written by R.K. LoBello.

Brigit Kelly had mastered the jig.
For the contest, she'd wear a green wig.
When the music began,
The lass tripped on a can...
Now a green cast is her only gig!

This Limerick was written by Jersey Nana.

There was a wee lassie from Cork
Who on a date did nothing but talk
In an effort to quiet her
He ordered Jameson's from the proprietor
Now she's expecting a visit from the stork!

This Poem was written by Jersey Nana.

Paint the line green
Down the middle of the street.
For here comes the parade
For the Irish elite!

With the Sons of Ireland
And their marching band,
Hear those bagpipes humming
All across the land!

But the best thing about
This Grand Old array,
Is that everyone's Irish
On St. Paddy's Day!

This Limerick was written by Tony Payne.

A pipe band is marching along
The bagpipes are playing their song
As "Danny Boy" they played
For Saint Patricks parade
The crowd sang until they were gone

This Limerick was written by Tony Payne.

The rainbows end has a pot of gold
It's a story we have often been told
When in our pre-teens
We have fanciful dreams
But they fade away as we grow old

This Limerick was written by Tony Payne.

When it comes to March Seventeen
Some towns dye their river green
People drink too much beer
And then act rather queer
Which causes a bit of a scene

These Limericks were written by Juneann Reed.

There was a silly old dog named Dale
He drank all the hooch from the pail,
Then he circled around
And fell to the ground
From his throat came a terrible wail.

There was a young girl named Sadie
A lovely green eyed, red-haired lady,
She came from the Isle
And had a great smile,
Our Sadie - she was a tad bit weighty.

There was a young lady named Pat
She could hit any round ball with her bat,
Along came the scout
To the outfield he walked out,
Our Pat hit - knocked that old scout down flat.

This Limerick was written by Coral Levang.

A wee, little man dressed in green
Chasing rainbows is where he was seen.
Crawling into the pot
It was money he sought.
In this economy things are quite lean!

This Limerick was written by Linda Riggs.

An O' can make Irish of thee
Just as easily as a Mc'D
So whatever your name
Play the St. Patty's day game
And be Irish as Irish can be!

This Poem was written by Linda Riggs.

I've put on my Green
and put green in the brew
just as every good Irish girl
knows she should do

Potatoes are ready
with green eggs and ham
Leprechaun and a bucket of gold
add a touch of glam

I'm ready for St. Patrick's Day
with a shamrock for every guest
and with all there is to enjoy this day
I still like Irish kisses the best!
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This Poem was written by Sherri Thornhill.

May you find your four-leaf clover
Under your pot of gold

May you keep your beautiful smile
Even as you grow old

May your kids always listen
To what they are told

May you find someone to warm you
Whenever you are cold

May all your items on Ebay
Easily get sold

May you play the winning hand
And never early fold

May you drink lots of green beer
And know that it's not mold

May you enjoy a plate of shepherd's pie
When you're feeling bold

May you have a Happy St. Patrick's Day
Put those other plans on hold!

Happy St Patrick's Day everyone..
from your friendly Irish/Scott/British American friend..

This Limerick was written by Fern Fischer.

There once sailed a man named O'Malley
Who married a sweet girl named Sally
When put to the test
She could sail with the best
But she wasn't much good in the galley

This Limerick was written by Fern Fischer.

There once was a boy named Mike Brinegar
Who drank a whole bottle of vinegar
He choked and he sputtered
And finally uttered
"I'll never drink vinegar againegar!"