2nd Place IrishFest-La Crosse 2009
By Dan

Now here is my toast to folks of a local persuasion,
Let's pause and reflect and honor them at this Irishfest of an occasion

First let us drink to the boss, of the city LaCrosse
That lads got oodles of energy and mirth,
But before you sit down to share with him a pint,
You might be checking his certificate of birth.

Then there's Zach Brown, weatherman of town,
Who sent naughty emails to a journalist lass,
The man tracked him down, and Zach had a frown,
When they fired that colossal dumb-ass!

Lest we forget our neighbors to the west,
Them Minnesotans be jealous, cause Wisconsin is best.
N' Inbreeding's what Minnesotas known for,
There sisters and cousins be prime for the score.
But when your uncle and father are one and the same,
Is it no wonder Minnesotans are insane?
No surprises then when family's your natural selection,
That it takes an extra eight months for comedian election.

Let's drink now to Jon Stevenson, of 106 point 3
He's king of the airwaves, and like a sister to me.
Transmitting your birthday from the towers above,
But poor Jon's got a face, only his mother could love
See the thing about viewers, is that viewers can see.
That's why Jon's on the Radio, and Molly Nichols' on TV.

Last but not least, Let us drink to the beast,
The kind with the shaggy black hair,
He just wanted to go to Irishfest,
Why'd they shoot that wee little bear?
Poor Bear, and he was stoked, all full of endorphins,
But he never did get to see, them Screaming Orphans.

So bottoms up, then bottoms down, we drink to LaCrosse, a hellava town.