To the Editor:—
In response to your request for a limerick from Limerick, on descent at the Shannon aerphor I hurried to Limerick City, to burst into the nearest Oifig of the Bord Failte Eireann."A thousand greetings," I cried. "I come for a limerick from Limerick. Please direct me, if you will, to "You know that line from Service, "The cold sweat froze on the end of her nose?" There were no welcomes. The temperature dropped 12 C in 12 seconds, and the colleen reached for a battle-axe, while pressing panic buttons.I fled for Cork and Cobh, hid among the Wicklow mountains for a week, withstood a gale beneath the whin bush at Portmarnock, finally sneaking back into Limerick along the south of the Shannon estuary.At the public library, I asked, "Could you perhaps advise me on the subject of native Limerick poetry? The famous nose and