Funny Irish Poems
Funny Irish poems have a special appeal to all genuine and honorary Irish people. Is it the leprechaun? The four-leaf clover? Is it a bit of blarney? Whatever it is, these poems are fun and yours to share. Please read our
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Wouldn't it be fun if we all could be Irish? The first funny Irish poem is all about the famous Irish gift of gab. Although this gift is more likely fueled by Guinness, there is the legend of the Blarney stone. This stone is very inconveniently placed in the base of the Blarney Castle in the city of Blarney, in County Cork. Ireland. People have to practically bend over backward to kiss it, (and then there is the matter of germs, but I digress...) A kiss on the Blarney stone is supposed to give you the gift of gab. Not ordinary gab. Persuasive gab.
Please enjoy this first funny poem:
The Blarney Stone In the Village of Blarney There’s one magic stone. They say when you kiss it, You’re put in “the zone.” You talk and you gab and Your words are so glib That it matters not least If it’s truth or a fib. So it’s lie through your teeth Or its truth that you own. It’s all in the gift of the kissed Blarney Stone.
by Denise Rodgers Copyright© Denise Rodgers All Rights Reserved
The next funny Irish poem is a limerick about a man from Cork, Ireland. Some people think that limericks are Irish poems, because "Limerick" is a city in Ireland. However, despite its name, the limerick was first popularized in England, back in 1845, with Edward Lear's "Book of Nonsense." Please go to my
limerick page
to see an Edward Lear original, as well as a few limericks of my own. Better yet, go directly to my
Irish Limericks
page for a sampling of limericks about Ireland. The following limerick, by yours truly, is just a funny irish poem about a very good eater from Cork, Ireland.
A Fellow from Cork There once was a fellow from Cork Who ate giant portions of pork, Roasted beef and wild duck. And his manners? Well, yuck! Perhaps one day he’ll use a fork.
by Denise Rodgers Copyright© Denise Rodgers All Rights Reserved Art courtesy of my kitchen drawer
The next funny Irish poem is about a kilt. Now, it's true that the Scottish are best known for wearing kilts, and not the Irish. But I've seen an Irishman wearing one with my own two eyes. An American Irishman, but an Irishman nonetheless. Now, the very obvious question most women want to ask is exactly what is under that Irishman's kilt?
One answer
can be found at this web site. The following funny Irish poem (and illustration) tries to answer that question as well. Apparently a good gust of wind revealed the truth beneath Kermit's kilt...
Under the Kilt Tell me, what’s under an Irishman’s kilt? Is it an item to cause him some guilt? When he’s outdoors, does it get a bit breezy? When windy and wild, does it get a bit sleazy? Whether an old guy, or some well-built hottie, Does winter wind makes bumps all over his body? Well, that is my guess, in an Irishy lilt. As I still do not know what is under that kilt!
by Denise Rodgers Copyright© Denise Rodgers All Rights Reserved Photo courtesy of a good-natured frog
The next funny Irish poems is about Ireland's magical number "three." Although many people think that the Irish Shamrock is a four-leaf clover (for luck), the truth is that the legend of the shamrock comes from Saint Patrick who used the three-leaf clover to explain the trinity (Father, Son, Holy Spirit), using the clover to show how three entities could form as one. There are some other notable "threes," as you will see in the following funny Irish poem.
Ireland’s Magical Three The magic number is Ireland’s Three, A wonderful grouping, between you and me. Here is one version: The Crone-Mother-Virgin. All faithful will hear it: Father, Son, Holy Spirit. This is no rarity: Faith, Hope and Charity. Just one more fit Is Love, Valor, Wit. Read all these threesomes put down here to see, The magical number of Ireland’s Three.
by Denise Rodgers Copyright© Denise Rodgers All Rights Reserved Photo by Denise Rodgers
The next and final funny Irish poem on this page is about the famous leprechaun. The leprechaun, according to Irish folklore, is a tiny old man of about two feet in height, a cobbler (shoemaker) by trade, who is both mischievous and rich. Rich with a capital "R." These little guys are the owners of those pots of gold at the end of rainbows and in other cleverly hidden places.
According to Irish mythology, a leprechaun can be forced into sharing his gold with you. But, of course, there is a catch. In order to convince him to share, you must keep your eyes on him constantly. If you turn your head, he's likely to vanish in the blink of an eye.
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The Leprechaun The Leprechaun is an Irish faery From down County Cork or from far Tipperary. They’re tiny and short, A mere two feet in height. They work on their shoes And their terrible fright Is that you will stop by And demand all their gold All hidden away in a Tree’s hollow hold. They’re tricky and cleverTurn your eyes for a moment, This faery will flee. A plan that is better, Truth to be told, Just pay him a visit And earn your own gold!
by Denise Rodgers Copyright© Denise Rodgers All Rights Reserved
I certainly hope that you've enjoyed this collection of funny Irish poems!
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