The four leaf clover came onto the corn beef cabbage with the ease of the breeze. The breeze was filled with the stench of green beer in the belly of the beast. Irish culture was in full effect as people hit the streets with intoxicated demons on their minds. Green no longer meant that you had to recycle, it was a sentiment for the leprechaun in all of us. The fiddle and the jig can’t deny the sound of black dance shoes clicking and clacking on the polished, wooden floor. Top of the morning said the gentlemen with false teeth. I couldn’t help but looking at the end of his ear. Inside was rainbow that seemed to reach the bottom of the water. No pot of gold was found, but instead green skittles were evident.
