St. Patrick's Day for me is synonymous with writing limericks,
so these make up my celebration of this random holiday this year:
There once was a rich girl named Emma,
who wanted to go to Vienna.
But Paris had a sale
on pots, pans, and pails,
and it caused her quite the dilemma.
There once was a dead boy named Damian --
a zombie bite made his life carry on.
But the eating of brains
definitely ain't Raising Cane's,
so he's decided to be vegetarian.
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