[Originally posted, March 17, 2015]

JOE LONG from South Carolina writes:

Top o’ the morning to you. A bit of doggerel for your dialogue. I generated it last year, in response to the New York City St. Patrick’s Day Parade quarrel. Those familiar with “The Wearing of the Green” might consider singing it with the proper mix of melancholy and defiance.

Oh, I met with Napper Tandy, and he took my by the hand –
“Well, tell me what I’d see, if I were on New York’s grandstand!”
“It’s the most distress-ed Patty’s Day march you have ever seen –
“For they’re dressin’ men like women, for the Queerin’ o’ the Green!”

“When you’ve cut through the blarney, it’s a sorry tale to tell –
“The road may rise to meet you, but it’s headed straight to hell –
“And all that once was innocent, makes way for the obscene –
“They’ve bade us stand aside and watch, the Queerin’ O’ the Green.”

“No more the Leprechaun may say, the rainbow leads to gold;
“Its varied hues now celebrating buggery so bold;
“Nor need we wonder where the serpents fled, from St. Patrick
“They crossed the sea and slithered into New York politics.

“But where are the shillelaghs, now, and have the heroes gone?
“Where are the Fightin’ Irish, as their coats are trod upon?
“We’ll see whether cheap green beer now is all St. Patrick means –
“And whether they’ll meekly permit, the Queerin’ O’ the Green.”

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