In Honor of St. Patty

St. Patty's Day

Okay, so you know I have a hard time following directions.  It’s Thursday so that means it’s time for Mama Kat’s and her awesome Almost World Famous Writer’s Workshop.  I chose prompt #4.)  In honor of St. Patrick’s Day looming ahead write a poem about a time you got lucky.  It wasn’t until AFTER I concocted my little ditty that I realized I wass supposed to write a poem about getting lucky.  OOPS…. So instead you get one about St. Patty’s Day itself.  I’m sure you will get over it.  So here we go!

The luck of the Irish is in my bones

I’m all four leaf clovers and Blarney Stones

I eat potatoes and drink green beer

And stumble around from there to here

You go to Savannah and roam the street

Say “Kiss me! I’m Irish” to everyone you meet

You watch the green beer fill your cup

And hope you don’t drink too much and throw up

Yes, St Patty’s day is close at hand

Where partying hardy is the law of the land

Before you know it the party is over

and the only thing coming up is your food and not clover