{"id":2132,"date":"2016-03-16T15:25:21","date_gmt":"2016-03-16T22:25:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=2132"},"modified":"2016-10-04T15:27:02","modified_gmt":"2016-10-04T22:27:02","slug":"160316","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2016\/03\/16\/160316\/","title":{"rendered":"160316"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2016\/160316.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>160316<br \/>\nGreen beer is for sasanaigh<\/p>\n<p>Put on your green, and raise your beer<br \/>\nAt last, St. Patrick&#8217;s Day is here!<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll speak about the Emerald Isle<br \/>\nAnd you might end up with a smile<br \/>\nPull up a chair, and sit right down<br \/>\nWe love the craic and hate the crown<br \/>\nWe like our food boiled in a pot<br \/>\nCabbage is good, corned beef is not<br \/>\nOnly three leaves on a shamrock<br \/>\nThe trunk&#8217;s a boot; a lake&#8217;s a lough<br \/>\nJumpers are worn when it&#8217;s fierce cold<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s always fierce the truth be told<br \/>\nThe coffee might contain Baileys<br \/>\nTo warm you up before c\u00e9il\u00eds<br \/>\nOf course you know, we love our beer<br \/>\nBut if it&#8217;s green, get out of here!<\/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(\"160316 Green beer is for sasanaigh Put on your green, and raise your beer At last, St. Patrick\\'s Day is here! I\\'ll speak about the Emerald Isle And you might end up with a smile Pull up a chair, and sit right down We love the craic and hate the crown We like our food boiled in a pot Cabbage is good, corned beef is not Only three leaves on a shamrock The trunk\\'s a boot; a lake\\'s a lough Jumpers are worn when it\\'s fierce cold It\\'s always fierce the truth be told The coffee might contain Baileys To warm you up before c\u00e9il\u00eds Of course you know, we love our beer But if it\\'s green, get out of here!\", \"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>160316 Green beer is for sasanaigh Put on your green, and raise your beer At last, St. Patrick&#8217;s Day is here! I&#8217;ll speak about the Emerald Isle And you might end up with a smile Pull up a chair, and sit right down We love the craic and hate the crown We like our food &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2016\/03\/16\/160316\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">160316<\/span><\/a><\/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":[59,90,68,53,39,29],"class_list":["post-2132","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-beer","tag-colors","tag-drinking","tag-food","tag-holidays","tag-ireland"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2132"}],"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=2132"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2132\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2133,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2132\/revisions\/2133"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}