BEGOB and Begorrah! The leprechauns in Limerick Council will surely be staying away from the top floor of Merchant’s Quay over the national holiday in case their chieftain puts the come-hither on them.
They may be safe enough, with a good many off on foreign jollies for the week that’s in it.
The drapery shops in Savannah, Georgia, will surely make their hearts go all a flutter and possibly even bring the curtains down on their spurning of the Council’s anointed one for good.
Those who didn’t get (or didn’t want) the invite will be staying on Shannonside to go chasing the puca around Knocknasheega or just enjoy the day off and get their jigs and reels on around the homestead, guarding their pots of golden buttered scones.
Who really knows what mischief the scallywags will get up to over the St Patrick’s Day hooley? But with his lordship running to the national media to curse his wicked minions in recent times, maybe they will finally give over with all the effin’ and blindin’ and cop themselves on? All has been fairly quiet on the Mid Western front as of late.
Oh, mo chroi, have the entire county’s wishes for ye to just be nice to each other finally been answered?
I tell you one thing, Fianna Fáil and Fine Gael will never find the end of the rainbow if they don’t start with the gift of the gab and the céad míle fáilte. As granny used to say, don’t ever sell your hen on a wet day, begorrah!
If even Cllr Kieran O’Hanlon, an old dog for a hard road if ever there was one, would turn that frown upside down and pay a visit to Moran’s royal quarters – a St Patrick’s Day miracle – they’d all surely take a leaf out of his book and get building bridges.
Pay no heed to them, Mayor. As a wise Irish mammy once said while buttering a feed of flowery spuds, “May those who love us, love us. And those who don’t love us, may God turn their hearts. And if he can’t turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles, so we will know them by their limping.”
Bless their little Irish hearts.
– Local Democracy Reporting Scheme