While Island-Hopping out on ‘bofin

Limerick competition on the Creedon Show - didn't win!!

While island-hopping out on ‘bofin,
The giant frog started a-coughin’,
On Inishturk and Clare Island,
He stayed for a while, and
Quite soon his bad cough, it did soften.

While island-hopping out on ‘bofin,
We remembered our dear children scoffin’,
“You’ll misplace your knapsack
And you’ll have to come back
In the same smelly clothes you set off in.”

While island-hopping out on ‘bofin,
Beach-walkers espied a small coffin.
It had the word “Frank,”
Written all down one flank,
But ‘twas too small to fit Mr. Bough in.

While island-hopping out on ‘bofin,
We saw a ferry the size of a coffin.
Named “Le Bateau de Gaul,”
But I’m sure ‘twas too small
To sail all the way down to Roscoff in.

While island-hopping out on ‘bofin,
We entered a barn with a toff in.
“Tallyho!” came his call.
“The damned door is too small.
I can’t get my new milking trough in.”

While island-hopping out on ‘bofin,
I spotted a puffin a-coughin’,
He coughed, puffed and spluttered,
And I swear that he muttered,
“Thank God I don’t come here too often.”

While island-hopping out on ‘bofin,
I saw a young poet reclining.
I asked him, “How’s things?”
And he said, “Not too bad,
I’m trying out non-rhyming limericks.”