via my Dad, who is celebrating his first St. Patrick's day as an Irish citizen!
A St. Patrick's Poem
Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night
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