Pre Blast – St. Patty’s at the O – An Ode to My F3 Bros

 

If you miss you’ll only wish

you visited St. Patrick’s Day at the O; you visited the cadre the hard way

 

Bring $3 and wear some green

I promise you’ll not be a chicken queen

 

This came to me St. Patty’s eve’s eve

While sitting atop my lonely pot

 

I thought “Here I sit broken hearted”

My F3 brothers are so far from us

If there’s some way that I can unite us

Happy we’ll be all despite us

 

Bring $3 for the pot (of gold)

You may just find yourself sitting on top

 

As I recited my F3 peep (at midnight)

My wife said “now go to sleep”