{"id":197,"date":"2013-03-18T10:49:08","date_gmt":"2013-03-18T17:49:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=197"},"modified":"2022-01-28T10:19:11","modified_gmt":"2022-01-28T18:19:11","slug":"0318","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/03\/18\/0318\/","title":{"rendered":"0318"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/032013\/0318.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0318<br \/>\nMonday funday<\/p>\n<p>Our St. Pat&#8217;s party was great<br \/>\nBubbles blowing in the sun<br \/>\nCan&#8217;t count the bangers I ate<br \/>\nPlaying Rock Band was so fun<br \/>\nCiders and beers, we drank a bunch<br \/>\nThen the day turned into night<br \/>\nNext day&#8217;s text &#8211; &#8220;come home for lunch&#8221;<br \/>\nWhat an afternoon delight!<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"0318 Monday funday Our St. Pat\\'s party was great Bubbles blowing in the sun Can\\'t count the bangers I ate Playing Rock Band was so fun Ciders and beers, we drank a bunch Then the day turned into night Next day\\'s text - \\\"come home for lunch\\\" What an afternoon delight!\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>0318 Monday funday Our St. Pat&#8217;s party was great Bubbles blowing in the sun Can&#8217;t count the bangers I ate Playing Rock Band was so fun Ciders and beers, we drank a bunch Then the day turned into night Next day&#8217;s text &#8211; &#8220;come home for lunch&#8221; What an afternoon delight!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[59,68,53,39,72,29,7,133],"class_list":["post-197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-beer","tag-drinking","tag-food","tag-holidays","tag-home","tag-ireland","tag-jean","tag-sun"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/197"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=197"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/197\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":511,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/197\/revisions\/511"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=197"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=197"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=197"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}