Limerick keeper limerick

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 From Limerick Town, there sprang a young keeper
In the cloying mud, he sank deeper and deeper
They say he used to be a trier
But now that he’s stuck in the mire
He’s not so much a bawler as a weeper



To ‘Burnt Whiskers’ or whomsoever you be
limericks wouldn’t be my forté
but I couln’t resist the challenge!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/limerick-keeper-limerick/