When I lived in Dublin, the best Guinness was to be found in
Mulligan's on Poolbeg Street. My sources tell me this is still the
case.
On Irish literary limericks, may I humbly proffer these two,
written many years ago in response to a challenge from a
friend?
Come
Gather Round Ye Parnellites: A Limerick
Come drink to a proud man called Parnell
As mourning bells ring out their far knell.
None purer, nor fairer,
Than his love for Eire –
Than his love for Kit, none more carnal.
No
Second Troy: A Limerick
I once loved a lady named Maud
Gone away now with a fraud.
I’ll sing my confusion
With classic allusion
And stop quick before you get bored.
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