Some septic tanks from Notre Dame,
Are all coming here for a game,
And yet nobody knows,
The name of their foes,
Which I think is rather a shame.
Unless you can do better (with the same subject)?
Oh yes, it’s a Thursday ‘Rick Off.
A prize [we are currently sourcing] for the limerick judged ‘finest’.
Lines close at 1pm
The yanks are back in the auld sod
To play their football so odd
But while they’re all cheering
The locals are sneering
Cos Céad Míle Fáilte’s a fraud.
Though not fans of the Yanks on the whole,
This old nonsense has tickled the soul.
They’ve caught “football” fever,
And they’ll pack the Aviva,
Yet they wonder, “Who the hell is in goal?”
The Old Boy
Once again, it’s the great Gary Flood,
Drawing more winning limerick blood,
They appeal to the masses,
Except for the asses,
Whom he brings down to earth with a thud…
ZipAhDeeDooDah was disqualified because Gary Flood is not a game of football between Notre Dame and Navy.