Today is the perfect day for a little mischief, don’t you think?
I’m not Irish. Not even a teeny, tiny bit.
But I do love shenanigans.
So, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I decided to do something I haven’t done since elementary school.
That’s right. I wrote some limericks for your entertainment!
There once was a girl named Quirky
Who rode through town on a feisty turkey
To capture a pot of gold,
Or so it’s been told,
But the turkey was just too twerky.
There was a four-leaf clover
In a field with weeds all over.
Though fierce as a lion,
T’was plucked by a Hawaiian,
And fed to a dog named Rover.
There once was a pot of gold
At the end of a rainbow so bold.
A leprechaun pilfered it all
In the fair season of fall.
My dreams have all run cold.
A mischievous little girl loved shenanigans
So much that she stole some mannequins.
She made each a cape,
Attached it with tape,
And brought them to dinner at Flannigan’s.
Words that truly rhyme with shenanigans: zero.
Not a single one.
Instead of carrying out all the shenanigans I had planned for the day, I’ve been wracking my brain, in search of rhyming words that evidently don’t exist.
On a side note: If you’re Irish and feel like sharing some of that infamous luck with a certain quirky limerick writing shenanigator, I’d be as ecstatic as a leprechaun on a sugar high.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!