If Everyone is Irish one day of the year…
There once was a lad named Larry
Whose life had been quite hairy.
He chanced a party
Where he drank quite hearty
And love-at-first-glanced a future wife.
There once was a lass named PJ
Who’d experienced a separate but equal hell.
On Friday she donned her hotpants and boots
and trotted to the party, not giving two hoots,
And met her fellow leprechaun – so all was well.
But happiness do not happen this fast.
There were still gauntlets to pass.
There were tests to take
and past hurts to abate
Before the lucky lad and lass married.
Some ‘friends’ produced malarkey
Other peeps were snarky
We paid them no mind
we knew each other to be kind
And, the naysayers weren’t invited to the party!
So, marry your fellow lephrechaun
who, in my case, is a Larrikan
We enjoy travails and mirth
Which, in a relationship, has great worth
If anything can be done, WE CAN!