There was a sprite lass from Briton
who wore T-shirts that were tight on;
she’d often display
a snug bustier
and thus cause most folks to frighten.
While treading the road to Cottsworth
I met a young man with great mirth
his laugh was so merry
I wanted to tarry
but was put off by his broad girth
He walked on the streets of Dublin
through Temple Bar, it isn’t a sin;
then he stopped at a pub,
and that was the rub
as he filled up with stout and gin.
There was a large gaggle of geese
who became Lord of the Manor’s feast -
with jams and jellies
they’d float on their bellies
and filled every man to the least.
‘Tis said it can rain cats and dogs
but in water I see only frogs
Don’t be an agitator
you might run into a ‘gator,
as oft’ you can’t tell one from the logs.
‘Tis in Dublin’s fair city she would cry
hoping one and all would come buy
her cockles and muscles
sadly all was a tussle -
uncleanliness caused her to die.
ST. PAT AND THE SNAKES*
There once was a Saint name of Patrick
who ran all the snakes from the attic
He didn’t stop there
‘til the land it was bare
of the snakes, now we celebrate Patrick!
*The snakes were more than likely paganism that St. Pat eliminated