Those less docile with the faith
than St. Patrick slurping saunter,
while the saint unsated saith,
“Goodness, Guinness, guys! ” and “Slainte! ”
Joining Irishmen the Jews
on March seventeen toast Patrick,
after Purim drinking booze,
one glass, two and then the hat trick.
3/17/06
gershon hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/st-patrick/
