St Patricks Day Poems - Poems about St Patricks Day

mistake after Mistake

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

he is a poser Irish

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

St Patricks Day Cat

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

He Gives Me the Wing

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!”

Happy St Froggys Day

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

St Paddy Day Elf Secret Pal

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

Erin Go Braugh

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

Shamrock Twins

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

Tiny Irish Dancer

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

Saw Johnny Cash In the Pub

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

St Pattys Day Curl

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.

Colleen Is Riding a Pipe To Dublin

Colleen is riding a pipe to Dublin town.
She’s dressed in the greens, wearing a gown.
I wonder if she will ride the pipe to me? Asked a clown.
The rest of us stared at him, one gave him a frown.

The news went through the pub, to everyone around.
Colleen is riding a pipe to Dublin, is she quite

Click a Micka Clicka Micka

Click A micka Click a micka slap slap slap
Coletta was clicking out a jig after her nap
She is up on a chair! Her grandma said with alarm.
She is pure Irish, her daddy argued, full of charm.

Click A micka Click a micka slap slide, slide.
Coletta’s moves were more than grandma could abide.
She returned home, fearing the

I Need a Pig For the St Pat Jig

For a St Patty’s day jig I need a pink pig.
His dog was irritated. His name was Quig.
I can dance a jig, just give me a swig.
His master shook his head, off popped his wig.

I need a jazzy curly-tailed dancer, he said to Quig.
The only one good enough will have to be a pig.
I can

Icity Dickity Splickity Splay

ickity dickity splickity mertickity splay
Homer and Oscar have both had a persnickety day
They are dancing a swiggle wiggle jig, heading my way
I love watching these identical leprechauns on St. Patrick’s day

ickity dickity splickity mertickity blarney climbs out of the clay
March 17th is the yearly utmost happiness day for enchanted fey
eve rainbow is shining on us

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