~ Irish Lesson ~A Poem by J. HamptonA limericky kinda thing I wrote to entertain my 96 yr old Irish Grandmother...years ago To my best friend and the funniest and most lovable old lady I ever knew...( Blessss Nana !!! )
The village was alive in good ol’ Irish style bagpipes blaring as people lined up to celebrate along the crooked mile finest Irish whiskey plentiful among the poorest in the isle The pubs overflowed into the street the taps holding strong brought some dance to the feet of the the lads who stumbled a jig to an ol’ Irish song Women & children & strangers alike danced from the glen to the top of the dike our Patrick the saint a man for all seasons put the hub-bub in they drank and they danced along the moors into town they danced with the Widow O’Leary & young Father Brown Above even angels got caught up with a bit of the ale as they danced in the pub Father Morley O’Brien looked down from his spot from on high next to Patrick “the Irish may drink…but my angels cannot ! “
“I’ll fix them" ,he said…with a grin and a smile and he whispered a fog…..all over the isle He covered the taverns & closed down the pubs stifled the pipes n’ the drinkin’…the jigs and the hugs “oh dear”, said the angels…” we drank quite enough! must be O’ Brien…who cast down all this stuff “!
The angels returned to the top of the cloud with wings between their legs & headaches poundin’ loud
The fog it did linger…from Father Morley O’brien …slowly lifted the fog and the isle returned …to its jig and its grog Obrien took aside each of the cherubs
“You’ve learned as I wish Angels don’t belong in pubs and don’t drink ..with the Irish “ © 2009 J. HamptonAuthor's Note
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