Patricks Poems - Poems about Patricks

My father was born, Late on the eve of St. Patrick’s Day, Inspiring nurses to insist the babe’s name be Patrick, To which, my grandparents laughed and chose to obey. Decades later, When my parents had their first son, Though the birth be in October, The life of another Patrick, Pat Jr., begun. Every St. Patrick’s Day has a special spark, Because it...

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Upon walking I saw The cutest lil thing A dressed-up leprechaun Carrying a shillelagh stick With a long pipe in his mouth And circles coming from his ears It looked like rings of fire Oh dear, oh dear, it was Coming from his extra-long beard As he strutted along, not a care In the world, he starts to spin as He twirls and twirls, unleashing A strange...

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This leprechaun Fastly appeared And said, will you be mine, my dear He showed me his gold That little man was bold So, I snatched it up and disappeared ...

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While the brisket was slow cooking we went to the pub Their brisket was already done, that was the rub. I said to my woman, can I have a bit of this grub? That was my biggest mistake, it was a giant flub. Although she said yes, she was pouting in a bit. I recognized the sign of her bad...

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He is a poser Irish I said. Freckles probably painted on. I don’t think so replied my great great aunt Dawn. I bet he’s not got a drop of Irish blood, I said. When I learned the truth my face turned red. His grandpa was a McDoogle on one side of the tree. The other grandpa was christened Sean McCaffrey. His...

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St Patrick’s day cat wore a tam to die for. We saw him the second he sauntered into the door. The pub would never be the same, he was glamor and more. A fine dapper Irish cat, who serenaded us with folklore. He has such fashion sense! The females all cried. He gave us a stomping dance, a jig, and...

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St Paddy’s day Guinea pig is loud singing again The foam from his beer is dripping down from his chin He seems to be a little inebriated, I think I dare say. He gives me the wing and says “Happy St Paddy’s day!”...

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Saint Patrick died on March 17th. So we celebrate the day with green and drink. Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave, a condition he never fully forgot or forgave. Patty (as he was known by his friends) was a sober, relentless, devout Christian. As a missionary, he gallivanted methodically, converting heathens and if he failed to convert you,...

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Happy St. Froggy’s Day! The space traveler said. I looked up and stopped eating my Irish soda bread. It’s St. Froggy’s day, right? The alien said confidently. That’s when I knew he had not learned enough from his TV. It’s St. Paddy’s day, not St. Froggy’s day, I said, grabbing a beer. He walked over, trying to fit in, and...

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St Paddy’s day elf had a secret pal He wished it would have been his cousin Al. It was actually a bunny, which was kind of weird. For when he thought of the rodent, it appeared. You must be magic, he said, leprechaun-like, right? The bunny held on to his leg, and he held on tight. It was difficult to sneak...

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Erin’s face looks like a map of Ireland, I was told. She had ginger hair with slivers of dashing gold. Her eyes were as green as the Emerald Isle. And she lit up Dublin with her darling smile. Many chased her in a merry happy fun-loving way. She was gorgeous, funny, and always gay. Her famous corn beef and cabbage was...

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Shamrock twins argued about this and that They argued as to if a dog was a hog Or a cat was a bat On Halloween they were disagreeable to a masterful degree They put spells on each other’s jack-o-lanterns They put spiders in each other’s tea Their favorite holiday was St. Patrick’s Day with green mint shakes and pistachio cakes They argued about...

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I am dancing with St. Pat the little Dublin girl sang out Click click click clack her feet clicked over and about. She was doing a jig, with no training whatsoever. The rain had stopped, it was turning to good weather. Click click click the shoes sang out, against the floor. “Erin go braugh!” yelled out the eejit next door. “Ireland...

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Here comes a bit of blarney for you I looked up and saw the boy named Stew He was known for tall tales and lies. One of those entertaining Irish guys. Saw Johnny Cash at the pub just now. He rode in on a donkey, or maybe a cow. This was the tamest tale that he told. Next he said he had...

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If there was a competition for prettiest girl Bonnie would probably win it, look at her curl! Ginger curl laid on her forehead with a swirl. St Paddy Day speaker gave his girl a quick twirl....

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