Until Next Year
You Can Stop Pretending to Be Irish Now!
Now that St Paddy's day is through
The pretenders all know what to do
Put away the flags
They're dogs, not dags
Stop playing Irish without further ado
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Fairly self-explanatory, I think...
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
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Comments (6)
LOL! Perfect. Everyone gets real Irish (and shitfaced) each March.
lol. Good one.
I appreciate the emotion and depth you've conveyed in this poem.👍👍👍
LOL! Everyone's probably still hungover...give them a day or two to get the flags put away :) Ace.
No green beer? I love the greenness of the Emerald Isle!
I like dags!