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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Contest Entry · #1855423
Explaining St. Patrick's Day to aliens.
Dark-eyed I am, call me O’Sullivan,
an Irishman with some clout;
and I have been picked to inform the aliens,
what St. Patrick Day is about.
Armed with the facts and with my heritage,
I now blast off into space;
with me some history of Ireland today,
for aliens face to face!

Irish, the clan that I am,
Smith and O’Brien are keen;
Irish, the man that I am,
St. Patrick’s Day is festive and green.

When I arrive I see the aliens
as I wait in the airlock;
and then when all good spaces are re-pressurized,
we have our St. Patrick talk.
I tell them he brought Christianity
to Ireland long ago;
Yet when I tell them about beer and alcohol,
their oval eyes simply glow!

Irish, St. Patrick the man,
honored on March seventeen;
Irish, parades and a band,
St. Patrick’s Day is festive and green.

And so I bring to these fine aliens
the crux of St. Patrick’s Day;
but then a change occurs and I see something new,
quite varied from silver-gray.
They now hold hands and they begin to dance,
as if they hear Irish rock;
plus now the aliens have turned another shade,
much like a shiny shamrock!

Irish, St. Patrick Day din,
this is an Irish day scene;
Irish, I must call this in--
the aliens are festive and green.

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