Hooligans

Dudes boisterous and loud,
Party animals laughing it up,
Parading thru the town streets
Like a bunch of wild hooligans
Downin’ the green beer and
Guzzling loads of Irish nectar,
What most would call whiskey.
‘Tis Patrick the saint’s own day.
Do a jig, tease a fairy.  What?
Where did you get that from?
That’s not the spirit of the day.
Leave the fairies alone before
They talk the wee people into
Punchin’ ya in the gilhoolies or
Wackin’ you in the noggin with
Their leprechaun pots of gold.
That’d make your eyes pop out.
It’d be worse than a hangover.