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St Patrick's Day

I met my lad at a pub

Drinking a pint of brew

We fell madly in love

Before I really knew

 

 

However I had an issue

Tears and tissue

He had a tattoo of a dame

His ex- wife’s name

On his upper arm

She was a dish

TRISH

 

Outwitting an unwilling

participate is a hard thing to do

Especially when

the other person doesn't have a clue

 

The humiliation

My cause for alarm

We needed to find a solution

Before there was further harm

 

I sweetly batted my eyes and suggested

He add a line under the letter T I protested

changing the name from

TRISH to IRISH

HELL NO he replied I'm not Irish

 

I held my temper at all cost

I began to think the situation was lost

although my blood began to boil

We needed to find our way through this toil

I stood my ground

I smiled speaking in the sweetest voice my heart

leaving him no choice but accept my wish

WELL DARLING I'm not TRISH

 

He wondered how

he would feel making love to me

If I had another man's name from him to see

His compassion saved the day

Understanding how I could feel this way

 

My darling love to drink a beer

To celebrate St Patrick's Day cheer

To remember the sacrifice he made to get here

Few know the story behind the tattoo loved dear

Word to the wise

Think twice

about getting a tattoo

a loved one may despise

 

A tattoo is like going

under the knife

Your choice lasts a lifetime

Happy wife happy life

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Written by
cj-sutherland
65 / F / U.S
Published
Mar 18, 2018
Lines·Words
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Notes

36 years together this was written several years ago. We’re still together 42 years.

To my Irish lad

Well, this is the closest

To actually being Irish, not bad

Thousands of people celebrate

without any connection at all

Perhaps it’s the green beer that makes the call

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#compromise#saintpatricksday#love
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