Three Irish Limericks
There once was a master chef Fred,
Who fed me Irish Soda Bread.
After only one taste,
It expanded my waist,
Now I’m happy, content and well fed.
With goofy green hats that look garish,
Surrounded by friends that we cherish,
It’s the one time of year
We can drink lots of beer
And pretend we’re a little bit Irish.
This day that’s to honor St. Paddy,
Is a ruse and I know that sounds catty.
It’s all about beer,
Loud, unbridled cheer,
Getting drunk, wearing green, being happy.
May the farce be with you!
Your IFF,
Pam