Irish GreenA Poem by Melanie Jane Boicourt ShanksWith some Irish Spring, I lather well. Green Apple shampoo, I love the smell. Whistle clean now, I hang my green rag. I wear my lime shirt and jeans with green tag. In my hunter green truck I drive off to work. Irish cream in my coffee, for a nice perk. Her emerald eyes greet me at the door. She says to me, "Why all the green for?" I try to think of something Irish to say. Then she says, "St. Patrick's was yesterday."
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Added on March 16, 2008Last Updated on March 18, 2008 AuthorMelanie Jane Boicourt ShanksFort Wayne, INAboutI have been writing since I knew how. Before that I would just draw pictures to tell a story. My true passion is poetic lyrics. That is mostly what I am inspired to write. I have been dabbling in othe.. more..Writing
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