![]() Luck of the IrishA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)![]() Stupid![]()
Always wanted an Irish
Accent How do I say Smith With Irish accent I asked The barman You need to change your name Luv he advised Pour me a drink I’ll marry you No good he said My name is Gunther But you sound Irish I said Yes I know He said He was born at sea His mum was Irish His father Jewish But he was near Germany So instead of giving him A proper Irish name He got lucky Why lucky I said I never found out But If you wait a year I’ll be divorced Then we can marry Goonther Goooonther I practiced all the way home A great Irish name No wonder they call me the town idiot Spinster He doesn’t even know how to pour a beer I can’t marry that man I confided to my black cat I’ll change pubs tomorrow Yeh Maybe I’ll meet a mcdougall That’s Scottish said my cat You are a idiot he mouthed whilst eating his Tinned sardines I know I said back to black cat in my best Irish Maybe mcgunther i mouthed twice no mcgiiinther more like it said cat Cats always bloody right Smug Irish cat © 2023 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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5 Reviews Added on May 23, 2023 Last Updated on May 23, 2023 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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