Maeve’s Grave Atop Knocknarea, by Bob Embleton
Found in Biblioklept’s Dictionary of Literary Terms (read here, here, and here): “LIMERICK: The acme of excellence in poetry.”
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
IRISH FIREBRANDS: A Novel ~ and Other Works by Christine Plouvier, Indie Author 
Aw, this was a really nice post. Finding the time and actual effort to
generate a really good article… but what
can I say… I procrastinate a whole lot and never manage to get nearly anything done.
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Thank you! I’ll bet you put more time and effort into your blog and many other things, than you give yourself credit for doing (see my Feb. 6 post, “Where did that Month Go?”) You have a life. Live it! Love it!
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WOW! Those are all terrific! Very creative! 🙂
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Thank you! I was astonished by Queen Medb’s demise, when I ran across her myths and legends during my research. A set of limericks seemed to be the way to immortalize the experience. I wrote the group backwards (last one first).
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