Irish Green

Irish Green

A Poem by Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks

With 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."

 

© 2008 Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks


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Instead of "Why all the green for?" I'd suggest "What's all the green for?" I think it still flows with your poem - and it makes more sense. Did you mean to type "what's"?

Charming and very funny - You should try making some of these into e-cards, if you want to. I think you might even be able to sell them and promote your work. (some people are insulted when I suggest this, no idea why, but please don't be mad)

Thanks for sharing, it made me smile :D

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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this was cute! lol.
enjoyable read!
just one thing though... bout midway through the rhythm breaks up but it wasn't big enough to take away from the poem itself! I needed a laugh as well and this certainly made my day! thanks


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hah, i laughed.

:)

but my question is why!

just cause?

possibly

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

clever write, gave me a chuckle. nicely done, wonderfully written.


great Write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LMAO!!..good funny write

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I chuckled at the ending, as I assumed the person at the door didn't know about St. Patrick's Day, but it turns out that the speaker was a day late!

I love the different shades of green you chose for the font....a nice touch to a very fun poem.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A poetic reminder of an important time in Irish history, but not everyone is aware that St. Patrick was born Maewyn Succat, to an Anglo-Roman family in Wales (415 AD). When he was about sixteen, he was captured by Irish raiders and taken as a slave to Ireland, where he lived for six years, before escaping back to his family. He entered the church, just like his father and grandfather had before him. During that time, he changed his name to Patrick and later returned to Ireland as a missionary, although little is known about the places where he actually worked. However, by the eighth century, he had become the patron saint of Ireland. Legend credits St. Patrick with teaching the Irish about the concept of the Trinity by showing people the shamrock, a 3-leaved clover, using it to highlight the Christian belief of 'three divine persons in the one God'.

A neat and humorous write highlighting the imagery surrounding his day of remembrance!

God's Blessing
Phillozofee

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lol! That made me snicker and smile. I liked this piece...just be careful now with the Irish coffee and the driving, me laddie! ;-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A day late and a dollar short! Well done!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LOL this was great! A happy moment of green all the way through, till you find out it was a day late!
Great imagery! The different shades of green really made this stand out in my mind!
Wonderful writing! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LOL love it. Very ecological as well. All green and such.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks
Melanie Jane Boicourt Shanks

Fort Wayne, IN



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I 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..

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