Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Lilt of the Irish

Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fondler
There was an old fellow from Trinity,
A doctor well versed in Divinity,
But he took to free thinking,
And then to deep drinking,
And was forced to leave the vicinity.

Trouble in Paradise
God's plan made a hopeful beginning,
But men spoiled his chances by sinning,
W"e trust that this story,
Will end in god's glory,
But, at present, the other side's winning.

Rush's Approval
There once was a lass with such graces,
That her curves cried aloud for embraces,
"You look," said Limbaugh,
"Like a million to me,
Invested in all the right places."

Teen-aged Mollie was a nice enough girl but, to her father's annoyance, she was something of a gossip. One morning, at breakfast, she startled her father with a bit of neighborhood news.
"Daddy, those new people who just moved in next door are secret drinkers" she revealed.
Mollei's father glared. "Young lady,"he snapped, " how many times must I tell you not to repeat rumors, and stick to the facts."
"But, Daddy, " Mollie protested, "it's a fact that rumors are flying!"

A Happy Saint Patrick's Day from the green swampthing.


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