Little Jack Horner Limerick Postcard

Little Jack Horner stood on the corner
Waiting to catch a car
He was hit by the wheel
Of an automobile
And he never got over the jar.

The Secret Mystery of St. Patrick Revealed in Limerick Verse!

Nothing but limericks I write

No subject’s too big or too trite

So here’s a true story

That isn’t too gory

About a young lad’s dreadful plight

In Scotland, did young Patrick dwell

His life was comfy and swell

Irish brigands did float

To his home in a boat

And took him to Ireland to sell

In Ireland, Pat was a slave

And he did his best to behave

He herded the swine

Till given a sign

And left without even a wave

To home, as fast as he could

He thought, was proper and good

But he had a vision

And made a decision –

Return to Ireland he would

For Patrick, this wasn’t a game

So first, a priest he became

He returned to the isle

With nary a smile

And focused on spreading Christ’s name

There were many bad serpents about

But Patrick had never a doubt

With force he did pray

Each and every day

And the devils and snakes he cast out

So party, green beer and all

But please do your best to recall

That Patrick’s the reason

For this happy season

As you finish your pub-to-pub crawl

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