Tipperary's a long way from here,
But the Emerald Isle's best beer,
Will enhance any ceilidh,
I wave my shillelagh,
With some Guinness, old Eire feels near.
At the end of each rainbow is
A small pot of real gold
But you have to move quickly
And get there first, because
That lil leprechaun is quick
And fast, he’ll snatched up the gold
And give you a blast, from his
Shillelagh stick it’s powerful to
He’ll blast you with one
And then two
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 glare
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
A leprechaun lost his charm
Which set off a big alarm
So, he tried to fix
His shillelagh stick
And hopes it brings him no harm
Where do leprechauns find gold?
Shillelagh
Where do they grant you a wish?
Shillelagh
Where is the rainbow’s twist?
Shillelagh
What will a leprechaun cane you with?
2/23/2021
This wonderful happy peace-loving man
Is here to tickle your shillelagh on the divan
No charge do I charge
As I steer my barge
While downing a whiskey with my pet orangutang
My country is Ireland so green.
I am it's poetry queen.
So much to admire,
my muse is on fire.
Inspired by beautiful scenes.
Today we celebrate St Pat.
I'll be wearing green for that.
Like it always would,
the craic will be good.
With my shillelagh and crooked hat.
17/03/2019
Green Humor Rhymes, Old or New for Prizes Poetry Contest
for Carolyn Devonshire.
My Galway girl dancing upon the river Shillelagh there is no need for tears for the water of life a fool I’ll be Rúla Búla ring dumma do damma da Healing rain why do the heathen rage flowing from the whiskey in a jar I am laughter traveling fast and far I wake to Irish blues but my wife’s are green Rúla Búla ring dumma do damma da Crack of dawn playing the dead Irishmen laying in the tall grass of Tullamore dew as long as I can fight as long I can dance still an' all as long as you never forget Rúla Búla ring dumma do damma da
Velvety soft petals of three or four,
basking in the richness of emerald green
Through legends spoken I've heard before,
yet, in a valley I have never seen.
A rainbow arches across the sky,
at it's very end the mystical pot o gold
I've wondered where the riches lie,
at the end the colors bright and bold
Little men, shillelagh in hand,
with bearded face and rosy nose
this fellow from a magical land,
how quickly that, he comes and goes
With Pubs with taps of stoutly ale,
where the Gaelic music plays
you can hear a very hearty tale,
of the simple Irish ways
Someday, I'll travel to the Isle,
to the land of Emerald Green
like a Leprechaun, with wink and smile,
that's where I'd like to be
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