Saint Patrick's Day
Shamrocks, beer, leprechauns and poetry.
If you’re lucky, you’ll get a kiss. And a few cookies.
Kiss me, I’m Irish.
Eat me, I’m a cookie.
When Irish eyes are smiling,
it’s because they’re up to something.
You know the old saying …… at the end of the colored sugar rainbow is a pot of cookies.
‘Tis sure we’ll be wearing the green,
When the calendar says March seventeen,
We’ll be happy when in us,
Are pints of black Guinness,
Just try some, you’ll know what we mean.
May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow.
This one goes out to my mom. They say that everyone is Irish on Saint Patrick’s Day, except if you’re Polish.
She celebrated the holiday every year by wearing a pin that looked like this. Her Irish mother in law was not amused.