Potatoes and Pots of Gold

Potatoes and Pots of Gold

What is it about the Irish folk
That make them be the butt of jokes
They drink and fight and eat all day
But it shouldn't give that much to say
They are a proud people of red hair
And red beards if they would dare
Famines and gangs and armies of such
They still exist and have not been touched
Ireland raves of green grasses and hills
The countryside horded with sheep and mills
The people are nice, but don't think twice
If you had two cents to not pick a fight
And if I had a good one wish to spare
I would surely wish to travel there
All in all I should be proud to say
I am Irish and glad to hail this way

love it, great job tool!

thank youuuuuuu ^-^


ok froggy, I've been going easy on you. Your next topic issssss.......Mcd!

have fun!

lol nice poem!

Tool wrote:thank youuuuuuu ^-^
ok froggy, I've been going easy on you. Your next topic issssss.......Mcd!
have fun!

i'd like to request a new topic, no offence to Mcd, i just need a subject less based on people. (unless you meant the resturant)

what about my eyes!!! you could write about my eyes!!

nah he writes wat he feels!!!!

i'll work on that, good idea, soon i can gaze into them, its gonna be great.

ok, ummm...how abouttttttttttttt...................Tissues!! XD

FRoG wrote: soon i can gaze into them

I can't wait for that day!!! Now you need to get on xfire and talk to me!!!