Sláinte!

 

An Irish Toast,

that I’ve made up today,

for the festivities and

merriment intended to

paint the town Green

from stem to stern,

from port to aft.  

 

An Irish Toast,

said with a smirk,

a wink and a hearty

laugh, that nothing is

serious, except what’s funny.

And anything funny, is

anything we think it is.

 

An Irish Toast,

for those in Heaven,

we can’t raise a glass with;

for those in Hell,

we’ll see you soon,

and for those in limbo,

please pay the tab.

 

An Irish Toast,

for my non-Irish friends,

though you may be few,

you are a lot,

for my Irish friends,

you’re family, for shame.

 

An Irish Toast,

for kisses we get from

our sweethearts,

or our wives and pray

they never meet.

A toast to Love in

all it’s forms.

 

An Irish Toast,

for spillers of drinks,

and those with steady hands

who never spill a drop,

be keen and careful of each other,

for while the drinks may be mixed,

you should not.

 

 An Irish Toast,

for Irish folks,

named Vlad or Sven,

Sangeetha or Miranda,

Jose or Reginold,

Maggie or Indira.

 

An Irish Toast,

from one human heart

to another,

wishing you the kindness

and blessings, good cheer

and love you deserve.

Or at least the one you can afford.

 

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

 

Sláinte!