Four Leaf Clover

Colin was a witty lad and suave
Poetic voice stirs his gentle love
Blue gaze lit like the sky
Irish twinkle in his eye
Lady swoons and flocks to his island

Spinning verses on her skin, ink spills
Bag pipes drifting in the clouds, they thrill
A clover for her hair
She dances with flair
Kisses blowing as the parade marches by

Happy St. Patrick's Day all : )

Irish Jig

A fellow danced the Irish Jig
So violent was his motion
He knocked off his lady's wig
And she replied with a fist to the eye
The patrons laughed which made him cry
So he hurled a pan of sweet, cream pie
It missed the lady and hit a bloc
And the angry man chased him
Well after dark

Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone!