Hot on the heels of yesterday's mild social networking rant comes a nice little post about that most lubricated of holidays, St. Patrick's Day. Green beer, Shamrock Shakes, and most importantly, Guinness abounds this entire week and most definitely from sunup to sundown this Friday. It doesn't matter if one is not Irish, anyone can celebrate for the mere fact that they live and breathe. Would it really be a celebration without a Limerick or two (or three)? I think not.
I've given a limerick thought,
And spurned on the page what I've wrought.
Its lines never the best.
Their rhymes i detest.
For often the poem just stinks.
Down yonder Brit isle lads from Pool-Liver,
Sent young ladies hearts all a'quiver.
Loud music they played.
Their wallets, gold-inlaid.
But one women sent all that up-river.
Mid-March turns all smiles to grin-iss
From right ear to left on our chin-iss.
Full pubs greet the eyes,
Which fall on the prize,
Full pints and fine pitchers o' Guinness.
By the by, there is still some contention about the origin of the limerick, but there exists still a city in the Emerald Isle of the same name. Why not?
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