Mr. O'Toole in trauma sat in front
Seeking mercy from tax assessor stunt.
His Irish luck grace
Full Blown-in his face.
With distaste pay money in full upfront.
3/26/2025
Wednesday's the middle of the sandwich
equidistant from weekends -- unhitched
Plenty of room for all those toppings
ketchup, mayo and rain showers -- she's sopping
How unjust, other days' inequitable ways
they'd blanch at my nickname of 'Hump Day'...
Alas, ignominy grinds on; the day's not yet over
~ Tomorrow's Thursday, that four-leaf clover
My connection to Irishness is tenuous at best,
So, my habit of getting out of fixes seems to rest,
With my Guardian angel being one of the best.
For example, today I caught the bus to my Friday cleaning job,
Without my keys to do the job,
Not to worry my Guardian Angel managed the situation,
So, when I got to the bus station,
I was in time to step on a return bus to my home situation,
Retrieve my keys and step onto another bus to the right station,
Walk to minutes to my cleaning situation,
And finish the cleaning in time to walk back to the bus station,
To step onto another bus that got me home in time to sort my lunch situation.
Thank you Guardian Angel for saving my bacon.
Green four-leaf clover
Mutated symbol of luck
Nature's sign of hope
The luck of the Irish has always been
St Patrick did not preach for men to preen
in great lewdness and less love
but for friends to look above...
with gratitude garnished with touch of green.
Written 02/4/ 2017
A leprechaun looking for gold
'neath the shimmering shamrocks of olde
(with the luck of a Gael)
found ten bottles of ale
somewhat green as if covered with mould.
3/15/2017
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