Mallory 8
Ireland is can of soda.
Its citizens’ energy is always fizzing,
Their personalities so bubbly and full of life.
But if they are shaken, their rage causes them to explode out of the can.
The moments are savored to the very last drop
Ireland is like a can of soda
Ireland is a fire.
Untamable and free
Its spirit wild and unrelenting
The people’s locks are vibrant and red
The fun is always blazing
Ireland is a fire.
Ireland is a party.
Lasting for what seems like forever
Non-stop fun and drinking
No worries or sorrow
Saving all the sadness for tomorrow
Ireland is a party
Ireland is fried chicken
The culture is delicious
And the taste never gets old.
St. Paddy’s day is always golden.
Their wits are always crisp
Ireland is fried chicken.
Ireland is a crayon box.
They are all crayons, but each one is different.
Their stories make a beautiful work of art.
Together they form a whole.
They each blend perfectly together.
Ireland is a crayon box.