For a Fine Chicago Irish Lad Named Billie

I’m a feared that me dogs me cats and me self

Did a wee bit too much St. Paddy’s Day celebratin

And now we’ve got these awful nasty green blues

And for them to vanish we’re now anxiously a waitin

We snuck into me ould liquor cabinet in the basement

Probably a wee bit too early in yesterday’s mornin

And I gotta say we had a real grand ould time we did

‘Til these nasty ould green blues soon came a callin

Me two dogs and me self took a very strong likin

To a grand ould bottle of Irish whiskey I’d been savin

And it seems that me feisty ould furry feline friends

For that Guinness Stout had a real St. Paddy’s Day cravin

By the time me neighbor Billie dropped over to the house

Me and me pets had drained most of the good liquor dry

And I surely hated seein such a fine young Irishman

Severely breakin down like that and startin to cry

But to top off all the very grand ould day’s party festivities

We sat down to partake in a huge pot of Beef & Cabbage Stew

And of course what would this very fine Holiday meal a been

Without some of me homemade green St. Paddy’s Day brew

But now we find ourselves this early mornin

Feelin more than a wee bit sick and queasy

Good thing St. Paddy’s Day comes but once a year

Cause doin all this celebratin sure ain’t been easy

This mornin every litter box in the house is overflowin

With some god-awful nasty smellin lumpy green stuff

And me dogs been poopin all mornin on me neighbor’s lawn

And them big green piles they been leavin are sure nasty enough

And me headache’s more than a wee bit dreadful today

I think I’ll just be stayin in bed all day long here at home

Oh Lord I think them nasty green blues just hit me agin

It’s back to that pot ‘o green - and a hasty end to this poem

Oft in me green blues I wander
To this ould green pot agin,

I feel it a-huggin' me,
As when it hugged me then.

And now I hear a voice a -grumblin'
As in those dreaded days of yester yore,

Me neighbor Billie must be complainin yet agin,

‘Bout me two dogs poopin green outside his door.

But next St. Paddy’s Day I’ve promised

To save the lad a swig of me Irish whiskey,

And I truly hope that I remember this solemn vow

Because breakin it now just might be a wee bit risky.

©2005, Little Eddie O’Kostro