Irish I Had Another

I see myself in dim-lit taverns

And takin' wine by the bottle

Beside a drunk and three old trees

I'll learn to judge what noone sees

For snitches and lizards

And b*****s and wizards

Roam here and there

For fair and square

By honor and flame

And words and game

They will still stand

In smoldering sand

Jack a fork and stick a stone

In brambles' tombs and beggar's bone

But make ye sure to hitch a ride

For wine, I think, may still the tide

So here's your number, take a seat

Just make sure you don't overbleed

In times we spend and times we bend

We surely want the sharper end

So keep it clean and burn it green

Of all the things we've never seen

'Cause all of that will bring us down

To meddly-ville and tavern-town

Reviews

[Hannah Paige]

This is really great. I love the flow and the rhythm, as well as the overall concept. It was a quite enjoyable read

[BiroPen]

great poem