Luck Of The Irish Poems - Poems about Luck Of The Irish

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...

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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...

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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...

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Green four-leaf clover Mutated symbol of luck Nature's sign of hope...

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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...

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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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Last night I heard the banshee, After a few swigs of whiskey, And after I heard her scream, I poured some Bailey's and cream. Now I cannot hear her nor see. 3/13/17...

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Ahhh the luck of the Irish complete with leprechauns and pots of gold The Emerald Isle God's country filled with lyrical voice but no one hears her cry that fabled luck truly a fable t'would seem suffering the only thing in abundance it is their only pot that remains filled an impoverished relative showing up...

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