Sunday, March 16, 2008

Day 705 by the way

2 comments:

Robin Shelley said...

THE MOUSE ON THE BARROOM FLOOR

Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar,
'Bring on the goddam cat!'

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY, ROSE.

Rose said...

God bless the Irish, the men that God made mad, for all their wars are merry And all their songs are sad...