Saint Patrick's Day
St. Patrick's Day, the day of drunks.
What would be our reason?
To drink until the color green.
Perhaps to mark the season.
To share our love of little clovers.
To conjure up their luck.
To prove the world is just that simple
than that of what we buck.
We dawn our ties and flash our green.
And state our wish to kiss.
We stake it on the fact we're Irish
and pray that it won't miss.
The day going on till morning comes
to wake up with the shakes.
St. Patrick watching over you
to chase away the snakes.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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