Brian's Limericks from Ireland

Nick our Driver
Long before he ever drove the big rig
Not to mention the traveling circus and the clown gig
He grooved on the bass
Dublin was the place
He knew Bono before Bono was big

Looking for a Restaurant in Dublin
Our weary travelers out in search of a meal
Trying to keep it casual keeping it real
Ask any local
They're all so vocal
Getting directions is a colorful ordeal

The Musicians in Killarney
Did you see the surprise written all over their face?
When they walked in O’Conner’s and saw us boys in their place
Yet they cheered us along
And they played their song
The illian pipes should never go back in their case

The Forward Jarvey
Brady nearly overslept and had he
He’d a' never seen dear Donna's dear daddy
Or seen the snow covered peaks
Of the Magillacutty reeks
Or the dashing jarvey soaked in Paddy

Dingle Bay
How we happened upon such a beautiful day
The parting of the clouds paved the way
On Ryan's Daughter’s beach
Within our reach
Were iridescent shores of Dingle Bay

Brush with the Tinkers
Sunday morning the travelers are still in their bed
Passing the trailers the halting site was dead
If it's a thrill you seek
Try the middle of the week
They might break your window and throw rocks at your head

Rathbaun Farm
17 years for a workdog is beyond the call
While the new dog is trained the old dog gives it his all
We had tea and jam
Then we nursed the lamb
A rebel tune by a turf fire guaranteed tears will fall

The Accidental Accents
Richardson’s pub was a jungle for the Irish accent
Straining to hear my brain felt marked absent
There were shades of the forest
The richest and the poorest
And the romp with the Galway girl was time well spent

The Impeding Tree
After three million dollars and a pushed back completion date
The duel carriage way could circumnavigate
I know you’re not superstitious
But just between us
The legend of the fairy tree, admit it, still carries weight

The Woods of Cabra Castle
She was not inclined to walk the trail from hell
We followed the sound of the water to the wishing well
Fruit of the loin
You own this coin
Wishes are true and time doesn't tell