A True Saint

by Thomas K. Hunt

There once was a lad named Patrick A Pisces through and true Born on three seventeen In a year, way before you Grew to be a saintly gent He still bent an arm or two Most nights, you could find him In a pub called the Irish Stew Ohhh, McCready, McMillan, O'Grady, and Sean Partied with Patrick way beyond dawn Patrick was generous; he showed them his green He picked up the tab for everything The holiest of holy's All stand for class Patrick's in the pub All raise your glass Cheers to Saint Patrick Wear your green, enjoy the day Thanks to St Patrick, it's a holiday


Posted on 03/11/2007
Copyright © 2023 Thomas K. Hunt

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Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/11/07 at 04:10 PM

This is just terrific!!!!

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