An Irish Boast

by flammeusgladius

An Irish Boast

 

 

First we converted Patrick to a saint—
Then we invented whiskey. What a roll!
Though British domination took its toll,
We were not subjugated – and we ain’t.
Poetry lives in every Mick complaint.
Poetry thrives in every Irish soul.
We’re striving toward a high poetic goal,
However much we make Brit damsels faint.
But are we resting on our laurels? No!
Our pride is ancient, but we make the scene.
We have our presence on the Morning Show.
When broadcast voices loftily convene,
Our Irish glory cannot help but grow.
The latest of our triumphs: Katie Green!

 

 

–Tom Riley

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