You may not look at a 'Pot of Gold' the same after this limerick!
A Pot of Gold (or should I say ‘yellow?)
I went to the ‘Rainbow Saloon’.
The jukebox was playing a tune.
I drank three or four,
Demanded some more,
Enjoying the March afternoon.
I was feeling quite full of beer
And hoped that a restroom was near.
The potty looked old
But I filled it with gold…
There’s nothing like spreading the cheer!