Pride O' the Irish

The Irish may have lost the game,
The other team has won.
But the players feel like winners,
They've still got the Leprechaun!

With him comes the Pot O' Gold,
The Pride O' Wearing Green.
You try to take THAT from them,
And you'll SEE who can be mean!


This poem is dedicated to my nephew, Rob, who is a senior at Notre Dame, and is a trainer on the sidelines at athletic events.  His Pot O' Gold is 4.0, and the Pride O' Wearing GREEN.

Uncle RAY 
3-10-13
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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A   Avatar
May 8, 2013 at 3:50 PM
ha, this is a very xool dedication...xox~ LINDA
Guzzi Avatar
April 7, 2013 at 9:48 AM
Good job giving support! Thanks so much for stopping by my verses. Light & Love
Roberts Avatar
March 16, 2013 at 11:57 AM
Nice one Ray am watching the Wales England game, so farrrrr Wales is winning but another half to play yet. fingers and eyes crossed, already frightened the dog by singing and shouting out come on Wales. rofl..
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
March 15, 2013 at 12:41 PM
nice one Ray xx
Dietrich Avatar
March 10, 2013 at 2:16 PM
This is so cool. a very cute rhyme for an appropriate time of the season.
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