Clumps of verdant
Pungent green,
Thicker than
I’ve ever seen.
Green as moss
In the city park,
Thick and tough
As cedar bark.
Tufts of emerald
Large as deer,
As far as you
Can see and hear.
Aromatic green
As wide as can be…
I only can wonder
Why it’s growing on me.
Filed under Poems
Once a year we celebrate
Some unruly Irish saint
With our Friday evening fun,
Although it’s Tuesday, and only 1:00.
If you’re a kid not wearing green
It’s better that you not be seen,
For this day’s for the violent sort.
Pinching’s an encouraged sport!
And tomorrow, on goes the fun
As we avoid noise and the bright sun.
So read this poem tomorrow at noon,
And you’ll know why you fell asleep in the bathroom.
Filed under Poems, To the Reader
The Daily Travesty 