Showing posts with label Irish poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irish poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

IT’S MARCH 17th……

ALL IRISH EYES ARE GLASSY FROM BEER
AND THE PUB IS NOISY WITH CHEER,            
A REEL IS PLAYED                                      
AND BLARNEY RELAYED,                              
OH, I WISH I WAS IRISH, MY DEAR!

ALL IRISH ARE LUCKY, THEY SAY,              
GOD-FEARING, HARD-WORKING AND GAY.     
IN THE PUB THEY DO FIGHT,              
STAGGER HOME THEY THEN MIGHT, 
BUT SUNDAY, IN CHURCH THEY ALL PRAY.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

DRUNK, PADDY STEPPED INTO HIS BEDROOM…..

Drunk, Paddy stepped into his bedroom

With a pig he’d won late afternoon.

Molly woke with a shriek:

‘I won’t sleep with a pig!’

So he slept on the couch in the main room.


Peter Frederick

http://www.peterfrederick.org
http://www.life-on-the-road.com


Thursday, May 13, 2010

ANOTHER LIMERICK......


When grass is a very fast grower,

get your wife to take out the 'mower.

But to get the job done,

is not so much fun:

you’ll lower the mower and show ‘er!


Peter Frederick

http://www.peterfrederick.org
http://www.life-on-the-road.com