The Old Paddywhack
A Limerick
Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy. —W.B. Yeats
If one could only teach the English how to talk and the Irish how to listen, society…would be quite civilized. —Oscar Wilde
If there were only three Irishmen in the world you'd find two of them in a corner talking about the other. —María Brandán Aráoz
Above: Guinness, for strength!
There once was an old Paddywhack.
He was stooped by a crick in his back.
With a Guinness in hand,
He stood—toasting the band.
And his crick was then crack’d by good craic.
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With sincere gratitude,
Tom
There was a young lady named Rose
Who had a huge wart on her nose
When she had it removed
Her appearance improved
But her glasses now slipped to her toes.
Sorry, Tom, that’s the only G-rated one I can remember that does not include the word “buck”.
I was a stats teacher for awhile and enjoyed reading how William Sealy Gosset used stats to enhance the stout to be more nutritional to address the effects on those who were drinking stronger, less nutritional alcohol. A great story of one man’s efforts to aid his fellow countrymen.