Begone the Devils curse
For you cannot pool the hidden
waters that lead from within and
Towards the gates of Heaven's light
The Emerald green of superstition
For do we all spring from apes
And kiss the lips of an ugly maiden
St Patrick's name at birth Maewyn Succat
That alone would make him a Saint
And but for color blindness
The blue in my eyes becomes green
And the color of my father's flag
That of green, white orange Irish tricolor
To know that Irish are the biggest
per capita consumers of tea in the world
My fair maiden washed down with the brew
So as to make all maidens as beautiful as you
I could not conquer up one thing n Prompt nine
For no leprechauns could I spot in the pool
And beyond the colorful bridge of stained glass
I found the sun had already set beneath the seas