Say goodnight the party's over
One more year a four leaf clover
A pint of Guinness before bed
Heals the shillelagh to the head
Categories:
guinness, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
To every man who's gathered in the pub,
enjoying our good Guinness by the glass—
may all your troubles burp and belch away
and all your dreams, in bubbles, come to pass.
For never on this Greenest Isle was seen
a sweet colleen, or girl, or bonnie lass
could half resist a man whose frothy ale
bestowed a blessing, brewed with
Guinness gas.
Sláinte!
Categories:
guinness, humorous, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
His drink the black beauty foaming and thick
toasting St Patrick until he gets sick
then off to the loo
he knows what to do
cuz ya can't teach an old dog a new trick
3/2/2021
Categories:
guinness, drink, ireland,
Form: Limerick
Vodka seems to be part of the Russians.
It's like order and structure for Prussians.
Vodka opens the mind,
but it makes one inclined
to fall over and suffer concussions.
How the Irish delight in their drink
is straightforward and touching I think.
Sean and Mary McGinnis
raise their glasses of Guinness,
and then gulp to oblivion's brink.
I’ve been told that the Finns take to boozing.
They love Kossu — a drink of their choosing.
This tradition is old
for in Finland it's cold,
so their habit can merit excusing.
Categories:
guinness, drink, humor, humorous, satire,
Form: Limerick
Sunlit days I spent on the moor
Sweet Summer heather scents allure
Bathing in waves on Dublin's shore
Aye, Irish lore Aye, Irish lore
Crumbling castles on exhibit
Pricey ticket; warm day visit
Guinness stout without a limit
Tastes exquisite Tastes exquisite
Stung by wild bees in clover leaves
Winded, needed the help of sheaves
Love for Ireland my heart now weaves
And soon it grieves And soon it grieves
Time has come for vacation's end
And Summer's days with Autumn's blend
When I close my eyes and pretend
In dreams I wend In dreams I wend
Categories:
guinness, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
St Patrick’s day is great
to drink Guinness and relate
how great the Irish are
at falling out of bar
in a highly drunken state
penned 14 March 2017
Categories:
guinness, ireland,
Form: Limerick
Guinness Interruptus
The sweet lass he was chasing was Finnish
but like Popeye he needed his spinach
to build up his strength
in longing and length
so he stopped for a flagon of Guinness
3/14/2017
submitted to – Luck of the Irish Limerick Contest
Categories:
guinness, humor,
Form: Limerick
Pints Of Guiness
By Laura D
2.18.2017
Fragile as we really are
We'll never make it very far
Twisted as my heart can be
It never falls for fallacy
If I could only stay awake
I'd stay this way without a way
Decay among the frayed outlines
I swear to god i'd be just fine
Put your tired hand in mine
Grab my hips and blur the lines
Pin me down and save my broken mind
More than a bag of sunshine could ever hope to find
So get me higher than the clouds above
Free me of humanity and see what's left to love
To live by the fire, i'll die by the flames
Casting shadows taller than my given name
Give me a day, or even a year
Send me through haze until i'm crystal clear
Remembering all the honest words never told
Frozen tears for Laura in the calm, atlantic cold tonight...
Categories:
guinness, depression,
Form: Lyric
Guinness Finesse
There’s an art to the pouring of Guinness
requiring a devilish finesse
twixt the foam and the ale
the rule cannot fail
never pour ‘til the first one is finished.
John G. Lawless
2/28/2015
Categories:
guinness, drink, ireland,
Form: Limerick
Iced-sweats seep down her ebony skin-
this sexy number 8 needs a take-in.
while she gawp, i stared back
only to drool and hijack
her, for her name is GUINNESS, my sole kin!
Categories:
guinness, imagination,
Form: Limerick