Nervous Nibbling Prior to the St. Patrick’s Day Party
I’ve secured the decorations and I’ve bought the party food.
I’ve put out all the shamrocks and soon the whole damn brood
will descend en masse for the St. Patrick’s celebration.
I fear that by the end of it I’ll need a small vacation.
Green salad and green curry, green bean casserole, green beer.
Every single item of refreshment that is here
seems to be of verdant hue. I’m finding it most shocking,
and soon there will be over-drinking and much over-talking.
Everyday on March 17th, I find it is the same.
If we run out of green cuisine, I am the one to blame.
Every other day of March, I’m totally secure.
It’s only the 17th day I find hard to endure.
This green ice-cream is melting and I fear it will be wasted.
It cannot last much longer. It’s a shame it’s gone untasted.
It looks so delicious. There are bowls there on the shelf.
Do you think it would be callous if I ate it all myself?
Words for the day are ice cream, callous, shamrock, secure and everyday.
Haha, an ordeal by green food.
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Great fun to be sure
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The second stanza is my favorite. I appreciate the repetition of green food and then using the synonym “verdant hue.” Also, this is pure fun!
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Don’t forget the “Green Eggs & Ham.” And yes, I’ll gladly let you eat my share. 😉
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The leftovers after a party should be yours to eat all yourself!
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