I was sitting in the kitchen, harmlessly drinking coffee, reading, and listening to the radio. Then I heard KEXP's challenge to listeners: come up with a limerick to introduce the next featured Irish band. So this year I made it through 64% of St. Patrick's Day before succumbing to the urge to write a limerick.

Here's mine for Flogging Molly:

Behold, lads, the unhelpful Paulie
He came without cane, cat, or brolly
And though he had no whip
He still puckered his lip
And said, "How 'bout just Snoggin' Molly?"

But I sent it in too late. Sigh.

And since I am confessing unfortunate limericks (forgive me, Father, for I have rhymed), here's one I wrote for K. She had just won a pair of foot-tall plastic nuns in a raffle. The dainty little things are holding open prayer books, but there's no writing on the page, so we thought they would be improved by the presence of a dirty limerick. And so:

There once was an abbess from Derry
Who preferred that her habit be airy
So she'd fluff and she'd flounce
And, if unobserved, bounce
And thus was the most Derry-airy.

Yeah. I'm embarassed for me, too.