St. Pat’s Day is a bad memory:
A few years ago, I entered a local limerick contest. I was told I was one of the winners but had to come to the corned beef dinner put on by the women’s club to see which place I got and get my prize. When I got there, I found that I actually had to pay for my dinner.
Then the first place winner just happened to be the MC’s dad–funny coincidence.
Then they were to send my prize money by mail. I’m still waiting.
Worst of all: They put funky little leprechaun hats on us, and the local paper published the photos. Sadly, everyone at work saw the pic because of being posted by a fan who shall remain nameless. Then much to my chagrin, they re-posted the pic the next year as a promo for the contest!
I never entered again, I just pretended to be French.
I just happened to find the original: 🙂
We’ll settle for imperfect healthcare
and put everybody on welfare.
Won’t matter an iota,
‘cause just like Toyota,
in three years, we’ll recall and repair!
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly 
LOL Great one!
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Oh my goodness, what a scam–I’d claim to be French or anything else too!! I love the limerick–glad you found it to share!
I must admit the food was pretty good, though, aside from the fact you are eating with complete strangers.
HA! Love it, Lilly! Poster-child for the All-American French-Irish limerick, that you are…
Good grief!
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Ha!
🙂 Never again.
Once again, you made my morning!
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Great limerick! So funny but of course your experience was not so funny. And yes, our Toyota is being recalled again for repair! 🙂
Ha, wouldn’t you know.
Maybe they were uninterested in politicial humor. 🙂
That’s probably it. The winner’s was just . . . well, stupid. 🙂
Folks like silly, stupid limericks. For most, it isn’t a serious form of poetry….but is indeed very useful for political commentary!!!! 🙂
Agreed. Here’s one my friend Joe wrote for me: “There once was a poet named Lilly, who entered a contest so silly. First they called her the winner, Then said, “Pay for dinner, and the check’s in the mail. Now really!” 🙂
Sounds like one of those poetry award dinners out in Las Vegas where they will “award” you for your work!
P.S.—Have you read my latest limerick-styled poem, about BOILED DINNER??? 🙂
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OKAY….Thanks!!!!
You are now that much wiser 🙂
Really. Never again.
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Good lessons can be learned from double-crosses, ’tis true. “Never again”, say you…
🙂 Never.