Just in time for St. Patrick's Day the folks at
www.StPatty.biz have kindly offered to give one of their fun
Skull Shamrock shirts* to a lucky Skull-A-Day reader!
To be entered in the drawing just leave a comment below
with a skull or St. Patrick's Day themed limerick. [NOTE: If you're reading this on
Facebook, be sure to leave your comment on the original Skull-A-Day.com post if you want to be actually entered in the contest]
IMPORTANT: Don't forget to include a way to contact you (either an e-mail in the post OR make sure your Blogger profile has an e-mail link for you on it).
You have until just Midnight Eastern Time March 9th to enter so don't delay! [UPDATE: The contest is over! Thanks to everyone for participating. The winner will be announced soon!]
And of course you don't have to wait til the end of the contest to get a
St. Patrick's Day T-shirt from
www.StPatty.biz! Plus you can get 15% off on any order over $35 with coupon code MARCHSALE2 (for US) and CADMARCHSALE2 (for Canada).
Good luck!
*standard weight shirts only, personalized text not included.
31 comments:
Enter me into the contest, please!
shanmonster@gmail.com
Me too! Me too! Me too!
Hey folks, you need to leave a Skull or St. Patrick's Day themed limerick to be officially entered! Give it a shot, it doesn't have to be perfect (the winner is still randomly selected)!
Here's my terrible limerick
How are skull and a shamrock the same
other than the letter beginning their name
One symbolizes luck
the other un-luck
But only a skull looks cool while aflame
there was an old skull of st. pat's,
that got snagged by some really cool cats;
they drenched patty in green and
rolled him thru a silk screen
to make skully-shamrock tees ... can't beat that!
there once was a skull and crossbones
and like the miz they were awesome
some people were scared
when t shirts are weared
with something as dead as a possom
drew@chalkbodyoutline.com
There is a bone in your head.
People only get to see it after your dead.
Lift too many pints on St. Patty's Day,
And you'll skip heading home instead.
Behold this skull that I carry,
With a grin that strikes as quite merry.
The skin's all sloughed off,
the brain's gone quite soft,
but his grin will never desert me!
darkdsurion@gmail.com
I stare at a mouldering skull,
As he stares back and we mull,
O'er the secrets of life,
And the mysteries of death,
And how we got in this dank dungeon cell.
Demonsrage@gmail.com
Enter me into the contest. webmaster At hauntseeker dot com
Here is my thing.
What do you call a skull you can't feel? A numbskull LOL
A skull a day makes the Lepercon play
My name, Cara, is Irish for "Beloved Friend," and I'm also a redhead.
Here's my limerick:
There was a redhead of great charm
Who danced jigs with a friend on each arm.
As she drank her green beer,
She yelled out a cheer
And sung phrases of love and smarm.
(I meant the use of *smarm* to mean: “the love between friends that does not have a component of sexual desire. It is the type of relationship where either person would die for the other, where the single greatest motivation of each is the welfare of the other rather than himself.” (from The Temple of Smarm, found here )
Me- gregariousfactotum@hotmail.com
Hope I win!
It's in my blood to love the shamrock,
Raise my class and toast the Loch.
These bones do relish sweet Tillamore Dew
One sip of their best and you'll be Irish too.
Bless ol'St.Pat, a dear saint we never mock.
amanda_h41@hotmail.com
There once was a bone mate named Patty
whose breast-meat has long since been fatty
They fell to her knees
As she hung from the trees
for stealing some corned beef and cabby
:)
My best friend as a child was a snake,
We'd garden and skip rope and bake,
But St. Patrick ran free,
Chased my friend to the sea,
Now I drink rye to soothe my heartache.
There once was a leprechaun lad,
Who thought skulls were great to be had.
So he went 'round lopping heads,
And made tasty sweetbreads,
Juggling skulls and laughing like mad.
There once was a girl from Glenroe
Who really loved bone
But when it was in a skull version
Was really her perversion
There once was a girl from Glenroe
Who really loved bone
But when it was in a skull version
Was really her perversion
lulubelle79@hotmail.com
Nathan Hamilton
fromhell13@aol.com
Said the Skull to his cranial peer
I have quite a problem, I fear
St. Pattys is Grand
But I have no hands
So how will I drink the green beer?
Jake Lundgren
(jakelundgren@hotmail.com)
There was a leprechaun with and broken spleen.
And this leprechaun was really mean.
The leprechaun did a dance.
And he messed in his pants.
So his undies were no longer green.
Last week, I was laying in bed
Trying to keep Anatomy in my head
I wish they'd invent Retanium
So I could memorize parts of the cranium
I knew I shouldn't have gone for Pre-Med
Contact at kittybirg AT hotmail DOT com.
Green tears sparkling on his cracked lacrimal,
Yorick struggled to be understandable:
"I'm like a mint jolly roger,
I can't swallow my lager,
And where the hell is my mandible?"
;)
bioephemera
bioephemera@gmail.com
Without a skull you'd be in trouble
That all important bone bubble
Missing it your head would pool on the pillow like a slug
But that would be good for making your little sister shriek "UGH!"
There once was a skull, name of Marty,
Who was partial to brews rich and hearty.
Someone slipped him a mug,
Marty cut quite a rug,
Guiness made him the life of the party.
carolena1948@yahoo.com
there once was a skull named patie
he wasnt much of a fatty
he was just skin and bones
no one left him alone
until the day he went batty
skull44_44@yahoo.com
fun!
There once was a man named O'Skullett
Who poured a whole pint down his gullet.
While his friends scoffed and laughed,
He just pulled off his hat,
To reveal a red-haired Irish mullet.
@andreagoulet
IRISH TRILOGY - PART 2 - SMITHWICK'S
'Tis sure I'll be wearing the green,
When the calendar says March seventeen,
To help me to think,
It Smithwick's I drink,
Just try some, you'll know what I mean.
There once was a skull name Douglass,
who had an eye for a special young lass.
So he made her a shirt,
but his feelings got hurt,
when she said that would get him no ass.
OK - no laughing, please! Some of the competition is pretty pitiful, too!!!
There once was a good-hearted skull
Who was, I'm afraid, quite dull.
Till Noah came along
And to skulls sang a love song.
Now this skull feels quite wonderful!
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