Day 93: Doolin Foolin’

The Cliffs of Moher are not far from Doolin in County Clare, a picturesque seaside community with a small number of colorful houses, pubs, stores, and small hotels. Doolin’s proximity to one of Ireland’s greatest tourist attractions makes the town a very lively place during the vacation season. Laetitia took her group on some coastal hikes before arriving at one of Doolin’s pubs in the afternoon. The pub was filled with tourists, including a group of young women bicyclists from Galway. They seemed enthralled with a local young man with tattoos who seemed to be regaling them about something, probably himself. A local young woman sitting next to Laetitia at the bar found the whole thing amusing and whispered to Laetitia why. It became the limerick of the day.

Some lassies from Galway were droolin’
O’er a tattooed young dandy from Doolin
Who claimed his male part
Was a fine work of art
But local girls knew he was foolin.’

Day 87: Arboreal Tryst?

Kilkee is a seaside town in County Clare. Though they are not as well-known as the Cliffs of Moher, near Kilkee are cliffs that are just as spectacular, with some lovely stretches of sandy beach. Laetitia and her group spent the day doing beach and cliff walks. Laetitia usually made it a point in Ireland to go to a pub sometime in late afternoon before going to dinner. The gossip she picked up at pubs was unreliable, but sometimes made for interesting limericks. Today’s offering is one such example.

When a randy colleen from Kilkee
Was desirous of sex in a tree
Said her boyfriend young Earl,
“I ain’t no bloody squirrel,”
And “you’d best let that idea be.”