Apropos of nothing, I found myself thinking about The Iliad today. I've mentioned the work and what it means to me before, but for some reason, one of Homer's central themes just feels a little timely these days. Dunno. It's probably nothing. At any rate, thinking about Achilles, heroes, and epics reminded me of a little thing I wrote some years back. I was taking a few classes on the G.I. Bill at the time, including a Creative Writing elective. It was a good class, but when we got around to the poetry unit, I found it dense and impenetrable. That's absolutely no fault of the professor. Fact is, I only understand two kinds of poetry: heroic sagas or epics, and bawdy limericks. That did nothing to dissuade my professor from requiring an original poem from me to earn a "complete," of course. So I decided to just blend the two. Digging it up again, it wasn't as bad as I thought. So here it is, my first—and likely only—experiment in poetry. If you're familiar with the Pub song 'Ay-yi-yi-yi," you'll probably recognize the meter I used for the refrains. Either way, hope it brings a chuckle. The Hero From Limerick: The Ballad of Connor McCann There once was a tale that was told, Of a man both courageous and bold! So sit back and hear, Of a far away year, And adventures and dangers of old. A great serpent, scaly and brown, Slither’d to Limerick Town. It had a barbed tail, As sharp as a nail, And it screeched with a terrible sound. By the High Road, it staked out a lair, And snatched out as quick as a hare At unlucky trav’lers, Occasional stragglers, And—especially—maidens, most fair! (Refrain) But a young man from Limerick Came up with a gimmick To save all those lovely young damsels! His name was Connor McCann. He had no titles or land. But strong as a fox, And smart as an ox, He was the pride of his clan. Of his woman, he had grown fatigued. Her name was Maggie McTeague. Though club-foot and blind, And out of her mind, She was still out of poor Connor’s league. But if Connor could just slay the beast, In his honor, there would be a feast! The grateful young girls, Would let down their curls, And give him some options, at least. (Refrain) Yes, the man with the gimmick, He set out from Limerick, To save all the lovely young damsels! First he took up his great spear. Of its like, you never did hear! Sharp was the brass end, But carved in the ass-end Was a secret compartment for beer. And his shield was fashioned so well! Of its like, you've never heard tell! On its face was enameled A scene of great scandal ‘Tween a man and a mademoiselle. And he dressed in the finest of mail! Of its like, you've never heard tales! It included an odd piece: A hammered steel codpiece That showed off his manhood to scale. (Refrain) Yes, the hero from Limerick, Deck’d out for his gimmick Would save all the lovely young damsels! As Connor approached the great brute His resolve wasn’t quite absolute. The monster’s foul screeches Made him wet his breeches So much that he filled up his boots. But Connor, he did persevere! He sloshed forth and brandished his spear! But the serpent's barbed tail, It struck without fail. And Connor was done for, I fear! Well Connor, he wasn’t quite dead, But he sighed and hung down his head. It was time now, he thunk, To go and get drunk, And call on Saint Patrick instead. (Refrain) Yes, the young man from Limerick Had failed in his gimmick. To hell with the lovely young damsels. With Saint Patrick, you know how it goes. The snakes he forced out in their droves. And to this very day, In Erin they say, You’d sooner find scales on a rose. So that just leaves Connor McCann. Whatever became of the man? Did he settle down In Limerick Town And father good sons for his clan? Well his sweet Maggie, Connor did wed, But his bloodline was never to spread, Because his sweet Maggie Made him wear a baggie Each night in their marital bed.
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