On the feast of St.Patrick
Gael wannabes wax nostalgic
Hoisting pails of inferior brew
They spend most of the day in the loo
Whilst old Gaels sip Guinness among the copacetic
Endnote: Dedicated to Paul, my favorite cousin and Guinness connoisseur
Poems and brief musings usually composed in the evening. My goal is to celebrate the extraordinary in the ordinary.
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