St. Patrick’s Day
Everybody is swilling watery green beer;
Corned beef hash is the eating order of the day:
This is the only day of the year the pub jukebox
Is filled with Celtic songs and bagpipe music.
The well-worn wooden bar is chipped and scarred;
It has seen many jubilant St. Patrick’s Days:
Adorned with celebratory patrons in cloth green derby hats,
And garish buttons proclaiming: “Kiss me, I’m Irish!”
Ireland’s green, white, and orange flag is displayed everywhere;
While tales of the “Old Country” are regaled at succinct intervals:
There are many noble, stand-in St. Patrick’s gentlemen,
Ready to save many a drunken female from predatory snakes.
by Jennifer Wolfe