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The St. Patricks Day party

by roger-turner

Gilhooley had ordered a meeting Everyone had to come round St. Patricks day will be upon us And a venue just has to be found We have to find somewhere authentic Our normal old pub just won't do We can't celebrate with the punters Where the beer isn't green, it's dyed blue Gilhooley awaited suggestions It had to be somewhere close by There were all sorts of names on the table So they decided to give them a try It needed to be "somewhat old Irish" with no dee jay, and a folky type band they had to have red headed women And a barman, with drinks poured and at hand The first place they went was McKenna's It seemed like a great place at first but the service was slower than treacle and a man would just die here of thirst They found one that looked rather Irish It was known as the new pot of gold it had a rainbow outside on the awning this should have been a warning fortold the next one they tried was a classic The green and gold tavern....a hit but, it was booked on the day for a party and this didn't please them one bit they finally found one to their liking full of guineess and pretty colleens a punjabi bar by the name of ben doury's where everything was curried and green it was a party that no one remembered that meant that it must have been good nobody went to the jailhouse even though three or four of them should The beer and the curry were epic the singing was like nothing we'd heard a sitar and cymbal based trio played so loud that nothing was heard Gilhooley said next year we have to come back here and do it again It was the best St. Patty's ever most of them passed out by ten The next time you go out to party call Ben Doury, the place is spot on the food and the beer are one colour with a Punjabi Mumbai Leprachaun
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