St Patricks Day Poems - Poems about St Patricks Day

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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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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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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