My response to the Poets on the Page poetry prompt: Blessings, Curses, or Limericks?

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I stepped away from my usual free verse and tried my hand at some limericks. Named for a city in Ireland, this form has a particular rhythm and rhyme sequence that I find very challenging. I tried to incorporate something Irish in each rhyme:

A leprechaun ninety years old
Thought his nephew exceedingly bold.
He hitchhiked to Wicklow
And slid down a rainbow
And found there a great pot o’ gold.

A lawyer defending in style
A spy who had stolen a file
Asked the judge for recess
For his client to dress,
But he fled to the Emerald Isle.

A happy man started to prance
While his friends looked at him all askance.
He said, “Do what you feel.
Me, I’m stepping a reel.”
And he calmly continued…