He said, "Kiss My Irish A*s."A Poem by E.j.aka.Hannah
As soon as the lights turned down to green,
I heard the girls of the crowd go scream, I knew the band would appear in their glory, With every step I heard their story. The man appeared in black and blue, His hair as black as a stormy day, His eyes as green as the trees on the cay, The demons danced in his eyes, And the devilish grin made my heart cry. The kilts, they swayed, And the music they played, The push of the crowd was far too wild, But the anger and sweat was as playful as a child, And as he pushed his hand towards mine, I screamed along as our voices combined. He's an Irish b*****d with a heart of gold, The world at his feet and his fans at his toes, He's not the boy to bring home to daddy, He's not the average Catholic laddy, He's beer on Sunday and the wine at mass, He's the sex teens have on green grass, He's a b*****d, a cheat, a liar and a cad, But my life was taught by that Irish band. As the crowd grew rowdy and the bagpipes squealed, I knew in an instant that my soul would be killed, If didnt let go of all my pain, So I dropped my wall and then it came, The blast of freedom as though I felt, the beauty of the truth of being a Celt. He's an Irish b*****d with a heart of gold, The world at his feet and his fans at his toes, He's not the boy to bring home to daddy, He's not the average Catholic laddy, He's beer on Sunday and the wine at mass, He's the sex teens have on green grass, He's a b*****d, a cheat, a liar and a cad, But my life was taught by that Irish band. © 2010 E.j.aka.HannahFeatured Review
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11 Reviews Added on March 7, 2010 Last Updated on March 7, 2010 AuthorE.j.aka.HannahChipley, FLAboutName:EJ Occupation: Artist & Wandering Soul Info: Im quiet, funny, independant, loyal, & honest. Nothing else is needed to be said. more..Writing
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