No, not the town at the head of the Shannon estuary but that peculiar
form of verse. On long tricks at the helm the mind can wander (OK…..who said the Skipper’s is always so?) and today, ruminating on
the odd pronunciation of Milngavie, for no apparent reason the idea for a Limerick emerged:
A wandering lass from Milngavie
Emigrated to distant Shanghavie
But lacking the lingo
And missing the bingo
She travelled back home, bavie and bavie.
Or, bringing in an Irish slant:
A trendy young colleen from Youghal (Yawl)
Got dressed up as though for a boughal
Her gown was so highbrow
It raised every eyebrow
At the ceilidh in Cashel church houghal.
It must be something to do with the Guinness!!
The photo is of sunset this evening at Crosshaven, near Cork.