A Hallisey limerick for St. Patrick’s Day
Let it never be said that a Hallisey knows no fun.
But must you be reminded, have a drink on me there, son.
Hell, have a drink on the whole Hallisey crew.
And, once you are through,
find your next Irish brew,
In the hands of a fine, Irish lass.
Kiss that girl on the lips.
Duck her man’s clenched up fists.
And make sure you remember to say:
I’m sorry, dear sir, I confess.
I had drinks on my friend, who is missed.
He’s home with his crew,
Has no time for the brew,
But he told me to kiss your sweet miss.