St. Pat’s Day is a bad memory:
A few years ago, I entered a local limerick contest. I was told I was one of the winners but had to come to the corned beef dinner put on by the women’s club to see which place I got and get my prize. When I got there, I found that I actually had to pay for my dinner.
Then the first place winner just happened to be the MC’s dad–funny coincidence.
Then they were to send my prize money by mail. I’m still waiting.
Worst of all: They put funky little leprechaun hats on us, and the local paper published the photos. Sadly, everyone at work saw the pic because of being posted by a fan who shall remain nameless. Then much to my chagrin, they re-posted the pic the next year as a promo for the contest!
I never entered again, I just pretended to be French.
I just happened to find the original: 🙂
We’ll settle for imperfect healthcare
and put everybody on welfare.
Won’t matter an iota,
‘cause just like Toyota,
in three years, we’ll recall and repair!