Limerick

Limerick


Limerick, a city on the planet Earth,
Filled with tourists, foreigners, priests and nature,
With beauty of Saint Mary's Cathedral.
Limerick, a city on the planet Earth,
Filled with tourists, foreigners, priests and nature,
With beauty of Saint Mary's Cathedral.
It is in the country of the red sun appears,
Its compact old town as growing in  the medieval-era,
In line with St. Mary’s Cathedral and St. John’s square,
As if commensurate with Georgian townhouses.
En-route to standing along the River Shannon,
Olden in the 13th-century King John’s Castle,
One of the city’s most recognizable sights and scenes.
Humans dwell here with peace and souvenir,
Underneath old fashioned stylish customs,
As if the youth is the slave to fashion.
The seeds of onomatopoeia  flourished,
Frozen underneath the skates of icy dust.
In the river bed-son the spur of life,
The peasants and the gentle lady,
Survive for food and drink everlasting,
On the earth and flavor of new taste.
And zeal for uprooting and sanctifying the change,
In the bottom of the roof where the sound,
Under the suitcase carrying the people lying bushes.
It is in the country of the red sun appears,
Its compact old town as growing in  the medieval-era,
In line with St. Mary’s Cathedral and St. John’s square,
As if commensurate with Georgian townhouses.
En-route to standing along the River Shannon,
Olden in the 13th-century King John’s Castle,
One of the city’s most recognizable sights and scenes.
Humans dwell here with peace and souvenir,
Underneath old fashioned stylish customs,
As if the youth is the slave to fashion.
The seeds of onomatopoeia  flourished,
Frozen underneath the skates of icy dust,
In the river bed-son the spur of life,
The peasants and the gentle lady,
Survive for food and drink everlasting,
On the earth and flavor of new taste.
And zeal for uprooting and sanctifying the change,
In the bottom of the roof where the sound,
Under the suitcase carrying the people lying bushes.

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