I don't usually write poems, because I am not a very good poet. But everything non-basketball today was so moving that I am making an exception. Please do not snap or say "dig it" until the last haiku is finished. That's rude. Thanks. So:
New York St. Patrick's Day Haiku (I)
They both look quite drunk
The firemen holler at broads
Lonely barf puddles.
New York St. Patrick's Day Haiku (II)
Crying and texting
That one Dropkick Murphy's song
Jets jerseys rampant.
New York St. Patrick's Day Haiku (III)
Shwag weed, punches thrown
There are no good bars on Lex
Let's get out of here.
You're welcome. I would really advise you not to go out there.