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The Irish Art Of Dicky-Doo

One day while hiking through Ireland
I got lost in a wooded glen
But I saw something I've not seen since
Nor had I up to then.


I'd stumbled upon thousands of lephrechauns
Heads bent low to their task
Except for every now and then
One or two would sip from a whiskey flask.

They'd split themselves into little groups,
For them what other kind,
And each was busy hard at work
On something they'd been assigned.

One group was unrolling bolts of cloth
Yards of soft green silk
And some were sewing fancy shirts
And others scarves and skirts.



Yet another group had various tartans
And were making kilts
And they'd check and double-check their work
With their heads gave little tilts.

But tailoring wasn't the the only task
The leprechauns weren't just making frocks
I viewed many a different activity
As I spied from behind where I hid, my rock.

Another group was cooking something
And I strained to get a better look
Oh but from the aroma I could tell
A huge cauldron of irish stew they'd started to cook



And near them another group
Was brewing up some golden brown stout
Guiness, I think they referred to it
And they taste-tested it from the spout.

All of a sudden a tall white-bearded man
Bearing a mitre and holding a rod
Appeared in the midst of all the activity
Like Santa Claus or a God



He was clearly in charge of everything
As little ones gave him their reports
And I heard them call him Patrick
And tell him all was ready for the airports

And they worked quickly to load up trucks
And speed them on their way
And that my friend is how Ireland's "green"
Finds its way around the world to us for St. Patrick's Day

Well, no, not really,  it's a tall tale
After an evening of good cheer
My buddy's and I had a fun time making it up
After a binge of drinking green beer!



Theme Thursday kicks off March with the theme/colour GREEN.  What better interpretation than the preparations for St. Patrick's Day.  Drop by their site and follow the links to see how other bloggers have taken on "green".

Oh, and according to the Urban Dictionary, "dicky-doo" refers to a an unbelievable story or tall-tale.

Comments

Sh@KiR@ CK said…
Poor thing, the guy got caught with his skirt down. lol

Happy TT!
Happy WW!
Happy AT!
Happy March!

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Skye said…
I love that little poem, that is real cute! Great pics to go with it as well Dufus :)
nonamedufus said…
Sh@KiR@:
When the wind blows
Everyone knows
And they stop and stare
At the lack of underwear.
nonamedufus said…
Skye:Glad you enjoyed it!
Quirkyloon said…
AND you have answered the age old question: what do men wear under their kilts?

Now we know.

hee hee hee
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: I'm never afraid to shy away from the bare-assed truth!
Don said…
Very nice story. I assume that you wrote that...nicely done. BTW, how did you get that picture of me in my kilt?!
nonamedufus said…
Don: It all came out of my little brain. The kilt? Ah, I have my sources. You'll have to pay me to keep me quiet.
Ziva said…
I was really enjoying the poem, but then I saw that picture of the bare ass and now I can't stop looking at it. I'm going to have to find myself an Irish fellow. Or is it the Scottish that wear kilts?
nonamedufus said…
Ziva: They both do. But being partly Irish I'd have to say it's the Irish that have the nicer bums!
Me-Me King said…
No wonder Chelle has a thing for men in kilts!

Nicely done, Dufus. I've emailed this on to my mom who was born in Ireland. I'm sure she'll get a real kick out of it.
AmyLK said…
Very good Dicky-Doo!
nonamedufus said…
Me-Me: You'll have to let me know what your mom thinks of my tall tale about short people.
nonamedufus said…
AmyLK: Glad you liked it.
Tom said…
you got a great talent for dickydoos. Looking forward to my annual green beer.
nonamedufus said…
Tom: 13 days and counting.

O'dufus
California Girl said…
Clever post with great visuals, a well writ dicky doo and a gorgeous ass under that kilt (I assume it's male :)
I hope this doesn't mean anything bad for me, but that dude in the kilt has a pretty nice ass. I admire that ass, and wouldn't mind having it myself. *I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay...*
nonamedufus said…
California Girl: I hope I wasn't being too cheeky.
nonamedufus said…
Mike: You have to admire Irish men. When insulted, they turn the other cheek.

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