Emerald Isle

I’m sure that we diddle

I’m sure that we jig

This giddy nation of drinkers

Isn’t that what you think ?

Look closer my friends

And you will all know it

We are a nation of thinkers

A flock of mad poets.

This drunken haze is just a play

To help some of us through the day.

We have tales of warriors and faerie child

Beckett, Yeats and Oscar Wilde

So don’t dismiss us as Leprechauns of old

Or we’ll hit you on the head with our pots of gold.

(C) Slumpless


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