Burgers And Bubbly Poem by John F. McCullagh

He was a tall drink of water, fresh out of his teens
She, a dark eyed lovely, dressed in tie dyed jeans.
He remembers it was in study hall she first caught his eye.
As it was Saint Patrick's Day, he didn't pass her by.

It was with some trepidation that he asked her out to dance,
When she said "yes" He was happy he had dared to take the chance.
Their first date was at "the Boxcar": they danced to sixties songs.
Perhaps the place was crowded; but to them they seemed alone.

As closing time grew closer, they stepped out to grab a bite.
As college students they were poor; his budget very tight.
Some burgers from MacDonald's were the best that he could do.
"I could get used to this.", he thought, and his single days were through

All in all a good first date; both Knew there would be others.
They paired the burgers with champagne provided by his Frat brothers.
It's been nearly half a century since they danced upon that floor.
so its burgers and bubbly on St. Pat's; then, now and evermore.