Donal Mahoney Poet Blank verse

Cold Coffee's Back In Ireland

Cold Coffee they call him
and only a few people know
his real name, this odd fellow

who raises pigs off the coast 
of Ireland and comes to town
bouncing in his horse and wagon

to buy supplies but not food
because he eats from the harvest
of his fields and a piglet now and then

that he can't fatten up for market 
to take with his sows and boars 
that always bring a good price.

He's been called Cold Coffee
for decades now because as a lad 
he wanted to be as rich as Trump  

and sailed in steerage to America
to make a wonderful fortune but  
then sailed home in just a month. 

Everybody would ask Cold Coffee  
why he didn’t stay and all he would
ever say with his toothless smile was

he missed his sows and boars and 
the only thing he got in America was
a demitasse of cold coffee.
 

Donal Mahoney

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