Patrick's Day
While pounding a keg of O'Sullivan's beer
Patrick gulped down a green frog on a dare.
then got a humongous four leaf clover tat
on the apex of his big Irish butt crack.
Naked he hopped down the middle of main street,
then skinny dipped in a fountain dyed all in green.
A cop asked him "what's your name good sir?"
"I'm Mr. Ribbit", said Patrick with a sloppy slur.
Well I'm afraid Mr.Ribbit I'm booking you in
for impersonating a bright green amphibian,
and for hopping around town while in the buff
I'm afraid your butt clover has run out of luck.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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