An Irish Caterwaul
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Well, I thought the picture was humourous in its many incarnations but yet I hate seeing animals dressed up it's not right to make them the but of humour. So, I thought why not give you a metaphor in a charming Irish brogue of an English Quintain? For surely, half the Irish are English aren't they? Or are they kittens dressed in English garb and hung on a hook to be the but of jokes?
Out a place, surely, a kitten in pants
hung out to dry for heaven’s sake,
men wander about like little ants
professin’ knowledge, make no mistake,
there’s a tale pussy footin’ in the wake.
As men lie, ‘tis their ears grow pointed,
and their teeth are sharpened to fangs.
Sure and begorrah, they’re not anointed
these foolish followers o’ evil gangs,
hooked they be, and so, they hang.
So, reel in yer tail divils, take off false skin
yer kittenish ways will get ye naught.
Pray to the laurd God for kinder kin
they’d that will lave ye as they aught
and would na lave ye hangin’ caught…
*Sure and begorrah/ sure and by God
**Irish Dialect
Poet: D. Guzzi 8/4/11
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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