March 18, 2016

• Old Sod

  March 17, 2016, Prescott- 

  Paddy, my brother,

  what did you find,

  while walking the fair isle’s countryside?

  Brigid, dear sister,

  it gleamed up at me,

  a golden shamrock,

  which I’ve brought home to thee.

  Paddy, o brother,

  I fear that you’ve erred.

  The golden stone surely

  was meant to be interred.

  Brigid, dear sister,

  do you mean to say

  the sprite named Liam

  shall spirit it away?

  Aye,

  I sense his presence,

  on the roof.

  Liam! Stop,

  let us have the shamrock.

  Sorry, kiddos-

  POOF!

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