So, here’s the limerick I wrote for Chapter 25 of Irish Firebrands:
Queen Medb of Connacht
The feminists all will take umbrage
When told their cause failed in the Iron Age.
_____Queen Medb of Connacht
_____Thought herself quite hot,
But all she e’er did was to outrage.
Queen Medb of Connacht, oh, so feisty,
Said, ‘The Brown Bull of Cooley I’ll heist me.’
_____With the Brown on the run,
_____She thought she had won,
’Til Connacht’s White Bull got sliced and diced wee.
Queen Medb of Connacht was a sleaze.
Killed her sister, her own self to please.
_____But she reckoned without
_____Her bold nephew’s clout,
For he flattened her head with a cheese.
©2012, 2013 Christine Plouvier