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.
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.