My son wanted my nephew's drink.
Both boys were making a stink.
They punched and they kicked,
They screamed and they licked,
Who won? Nephew's burly. Who d'you think?
Each day I print a princess for Grace
She colors each dress and each face
She says, I like not modest,
I say "Modest is hottest!"
She doesn't care, and I am disgraced.
I spoke to a friend on the phone,
I said, Alex leaves corned beef alone,
She will cook it today,
And I won't, sad to say,
We'll settle for green ice cream cones.
In honor of St. Patrick's day, I declare a limerick-off. Whoever wins will get the respect and admiration of his or her peers. And a favorite candy bar in the mail if the limerick is very, very good.