A Paddy's Day limerick
A chapter in the book Miscellaneous Poems
The Wrong Medicine
A young lad from Dublin named Sean
was bed-ridden, sick and forlorn.
Asked if Guinness would cure,
he replied, "To be sure!"
and was drunk as a skunk in the morn.
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