In the bucolic community in Canada where I live, King Township, that comprises a handful of villages, a great number of small farms and probably almost as many horses as people, there is a vibrant arts community and an organization called Arts Society King (or just plain ASK) is at the centre of it. Each year on the eve of St Patrick’s Day they organize a céilidh in the village where I live. I have emceed this event the last couple of years and would have done so again this year had the pretty severe winter we’ve been experiencing not forced a cancellation.
In the spirit of the event, and seeing as we are now two days past St Paddy’s day so I won’t be interrupting anyone else’s céilidh, here’s a limerick I wrote to promote the event last year. (Must be read while supping Guinness and eating Irish stew!)
A versions of this you can see on page 10 of the current Arts Society King magazine, “Mosaic”, posted on line at http://issuu.com/kingmosaic/docs/maspring14_layout_1
If it’s Limericks dat ye can write
Den come out St Patterick’s Night
To Nobleton town,
Where da green beer flows down,
At da Postmaster’s House …. and recite.
For fierce competition dere’ll be
‘Tween various readers to see
When it comes to da verse
Who is better (or worse)
At dis comical poetery.
Dere’ll be plenty of old Irish stew
And I’ve already mentioned da brew.
Dere’s glasses o’ wine
To consume while you dine,
So dere might be a queue for da loo.
So if ye have nothing yet planned,
Ta be seein’ ye dere would be grand
And wear somethin’ green
Just to show dat yer keen
To be honourin’ ol’ Eyerieland.
And it’s twenty bucks paid at da door
To enjoy da hubbub an’ furore.
If ye need to quiz
Where Postmaster’s House is,
Isn’t dat what yer Google is for?
(But I’ll tell ye anyhow…. It’s at Old King Road in Nobleton.)
(Dere now! Ye’ve really no excuse fer not bein’ dere, have ye?)
(And it’s all fer a good cause ye know …. It’s fer da Arts Society o’ King township (ASK))
(Oh, and all shillelaghs must be checked at da door.)
(And any leprechauns must be legal drinking age to participate in da brew)
(And dere may be coppers about wid dem brothelyzer things…. So if you want to drink and drive you better not be breathin’ when dey stop ye!)
With sincere apologies to all my Irish friends for the accent with which it was written. I hope you are still my friends after that…… 🙂