Limericks in Prep For Saint Paddy's

The Holiest of Holidays is St. Paddy's and that's the end of it. Every nation of this warreld is but a county and province of God's Blessed Isle. So, let's have some Limericks, music and a bit of fun.
Limerick, what de feck is it, then? Well, glad you asked. A Limerick is a poem of a particular stoile and tempo that was invented by the native Irish in the fair city of Limerick on Shannon, where dey kayp that accursed John Bull Castle, so they do. It is also, indayd, where our Brian Boru had his forteefication nearby-like so's he could attack the Voikings when they was there doing their business. The poems go something like this:
There once was a man from Tralee
Who stood on a ladder to pee.
I dont want to alarm
You to infarm
Your man was hung past his knee!
Dayz poems are nearly always rotten darty, and for some raysun or other, always start with "there once was a man from..." but so what of it!! Now you try, and while your t'inkin, here's a shart filum!

Big Smoile indayd! Chayky little deevil!
Here's another filum.

And here's a song for yers!

Drop some Limericks in the comment section!

Sean Hannity is a feckin Khont

Some payple need a refresher course in their history, their family history in particular.
Sean Nannity is one of those payple. The other night as I'm watching telly he has the blessed narve to say what will happen in Massachussettes will be a bloody "political earthquake". And I thought to meself "khont! has ye no respect for the suffering of others that yez has to invoked the name eathquake in with your little jabs and such?"
Then I thought, well he and dat O'Reilly are cut from the same stack of shite, arent they. Load of ballacks.
O'Reilly perhaps worser still than his pip-squeek counterpark, and him with the shiny black hair and lipstick. I tell ya, a colleen takes less time on her looks. The only saving grace for that dingbat Beck is dat his payple didn't come from Black '47.
These two gits, Nannity and O'Douchebag need a trip to Ballyferriter Museum West of Dingle, to learn their famine history. They wouldn't be so blythe to learn how a hunderd suffering souls a day gathered round a caldron filled with wather, three potatoes and a bit of onion diced in to complete a broth that was to last them for a trip across the sea. Wasn't too long ago the Irish were considered undesireables here in dis country ya khont!