UB Musings: Life before Splint St. Patrick's Green
(Ode to Splint)

What lies before me
so green and vile?
What might that be?
It must be bile!

First puke of red
an amber hue
With bits of bread
and butter, too

Come wings, come weck
come pickles, too
Celery, chips
and cheese of bleu

Then puke of gold
done took its cue
It must be beer
that sudsy brew

With twitchy cheeks
I fear no hell
Though something reeks
it's cheese I smell!

Next puke of clear,
translucent hack
Hey, that's not beer
it's Johnny Black!

In true reverse
peristalsis form
Things don't get worse
'til you puke corn

Then puke of green
the last hurrah
I've been, I've seen
Erin go braugh(less)

Is there a point
my Splinty crowd?
Yeah, smoke a joint
and laugh out loud

Or do a line
and curl up tight
Oh, you'll be fine
and up all night

But watch your drink
and guard your glass
Or you might think
your mouth's your ass

Respectfully submitted,
Bard Von Klaus