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. Lines 36 |