Limericks and Shenanigans

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!

I like this word. It describes me quite well.

I like this word. It describes me quite well.