Irish Limerick Poems | Examples
These Irish Limerick poems are examples of Limerick poems about Irish. These are the best examples of Limerick Irish poems written by international poets.
Should you spend St Patrick’s Day in merry old Derry
Beware of sheepdogs so smug and contrary
He swears he’s Irish, he’s not!
He’s just an old English sot
So toss the cur, drink up, and get your dog some therapy
“Irish slang is funny.” --- Is that a fact?
What matters most is its wholesome impact
Revealing good* heart’s zest
To influence with best
Through blest joyfulness, along kindness-act.
*Galatians 6:7, 10 Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap...As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men, especially unto them who are of the household of faith.
March 28, 2025
3rd place, "An Irish Themed Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 3/29/2025
Saints in Heaven Seamus O'Malley
What have you done to your gal Sally
And as the Irish say
Twas no luck on that day
He left her gin-soaked down an alley
Their next time out, he done it again
In Irish eyes, that's a mortal sin
This is our pub Seamus
So don't try to blame us
Cuz we won't be letting you back in
Then up popped the brother of Sally
You left my sister in an alley?
With revenge in his eyes
His sheleighly did rise
Say goodnight to Seamus O'Malley
Mr. O'Toole in trauma sat in front
Seeking mercy from tax assessor stunt.
His Irish luck grace
Full Blown-in his face.
With distaste pay money in full upfront.
3/26/2025
Ah, the Irish city of Dublin!
Sure 'tis always bustlin' and rumblin'!
And, at times, when it rains,
folks try not to complain,
in spite of the puddlin' and bubblin'!
Patrick’s piquant penchants are beer and Claire,
At the pub scene the two don’t seem to square;
Patrick’s pints, more than a few,
Manhood cannot follow through -
An Irish drunkard’s pot of gold malware.
An Irishman with a small willy
Was hoping for nookie with Milly
Said, "I'll still make you squirm
with my tiny lil worm"
But Milly said, "Don't be so silly!"
Irish accents quake my female southland.
Males 'neath Newsboy Caps stimulate dreamland.
Irish yearns may want touch,
Did not seek to feel such.
Ireland trips could stimulate mate's backhand.
McDugal, the Leprechaun is a gent
Mick's wife always says he was Heaven sent
He shows respect to women
In their praises he's swimmin'
They love hearin' his Irish brogue accent
At the pubs across the Ireland nights
It's a clover field under the lights
Irish men love to pluck
Stray petals with good luck
They like the pink clovers in their sights
They do it in halls, even farms,
it’s part of an Irishman’s charms;
but the whole world was shook
when Flynn found the lost book:
Irish Dance, Volume Two, The Arms.
there was a young Irish lad named Jack
who bragged about his size in the sack
he met Sarah one day
for a roll in the hay
she said you’re a wee man and that’s a fact
An old Irish gnome named Mr. Wiggles
Has never ending humor and giggles
His jokes are getting old
It's the same ones he's told
But still fun to watch his belly jiggles
There's an Irish lad named Grady
Who confessed love for his lady
Sadly, she blew him off
With a snub and a scoff
For thinking his motives shady
Grady's heart was torn asunder
She stole it like thieves steal plunder
He threw a gauntlet glove
Waging war against love
Claiming romance was his blunder
He changed his mind when he met Vie
So he gave love another try
But she ran off with Stan
Then left that man for Dan
Grady had been just one more guy
Months later, Grady was smitten
When he fell in love with Kitten
All he could do was stare
At her blue eyes, so fair
By that feline he'd been bitten
~ To be read with an Irish brogue ~
Mary, please marry 'me merry Barry'
'Me merry Berry,' Mary, please marry
Don’t marry Matty
Don’t marry Moti
Marry 'me Barry,' ~ Be merry, Mary