Two years in Limerick

[Brownlie]

There are babies with false tans
being fed free wifi burgers,
I feel old enough to look
but not for too long.

He rode into town,
a gunslinger without a saddle,
pulls up at the traffic lights,
gives the eye to the car along side. -- Good idea, I'd like to see John Wayne getting road rage. I'm not sure if this is a limerick though, or if you're talking about a town named Limerick. 

The lights change, true grit
racing for slips.
The buildings old enough to look
can't resist,
a proud past reflects in their eyes
but not for too long.

I start a note on a white serviette   -- Had to look up serviette
but the grease from the cheese
puts a stop to the horse
and I noticed the baby has an earring.

A man from Manchester who plays the pubs
said don't give Ryanair a guitar,
so I bought an Ashton in an Aldi car park.
Designed in Australia? Made in Korea,
it does thunder when I play.

River rescue teams train at night
watched by white swans and wineo's.
A vicious mouth
wired shut by three stone bridges
that scrape and chew against the tide
until the morning turns the light
and swans glide out for fresh baked bread. -- This is a good image in what seems sort of confusing, to me at least.
Old boys line the walls of splintered wood,
speaking in tongues of how it was
when the waters played an Irish jig
to a well placed ear on cobbled streets,
any man or musician could drown
in Guinness, if the mood was dark
and the king's Island had taken his shilling. -- If this were comprehensive, maybe it is and I'm missing it, it might be pretty good.

The manager is asking the wifi's
to leave and they do, running on battery
to the next free zone.
I dip the last of my chips
in a small tub of curry sauce,
waiting for the posse to arrive,
I feel old enough to be the Sheriff
but not for too long.

I like the swans coming out for the bread. Maybe you'll get some comments here.