I’ve written a limerick in honour of my Irish relatives on St Paddy’s Day. Throughout history single mothers have always been popular in Ireland.
There once was a mother who knew
That children ate more when they grew
So she stopped feeding dinner
Her children grew thinner
and she had more money for shoes
Top of the morning to yer. This year I spent St Patrick’s Day dressed as a bright green and gold leprechaun with a mad bunch of Irish drunks quaffing Guinness at Randwick Racecourse. Oh what fun we had even though I was completely sober. My great grandmother Frances O’Shea was from Limerick so I figure it’s in the blood. Of course it was an Englishman, Edward Lear who made limericks popular in the modern world. To be sure. This is my favourite Irish band.