Gordon Jerome


SAINT PATTYS


Everyones irish on st patricks day
Filled with the blarney leprechauns say
Corned beef and cabbage in everyones pot
Or a stiff irish stew if thats all you got
Shamrocks and clovers cover the room
These greens of spring beginning to bloom
Now come the rainbows leprechauns dred
For their pot of gold now sits where its led
Down at the pub the green beer will flow
Thats where the irish within all will show
So raise up your pints and give em a cheer
For st pattys day glows green once a year.
'closing thought'
Blessed is the laddie with a las on his arm
May he never feel the lose of his lucky irish charm

Submitted: Saturday, May 08, 2010

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