John Lawless Poet Rhyme

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This poem MUST be read with your best "Irish Brogue" and foot tapping cadence.  "Me" parents both came from Ireland and on many a saturday night the house would be jumping with accordian music and the "gentle" pounding of Irish step dancing.  Granted - Guinness and Stout had a lot to do with the merriment....

Don'T Get Me Irish Up

Don’t Get Me Irish Up

Me glasses were sitting a-top-a me head
the jam I was spreading was next to the bread
my knees were together but me spindly legs spread
I’m either half way in ---or out of the bed

I have to look down when brushing me teeth
and glue them in tight before chewing me meat
and as for the callous that grows wild on my feet
I find sanding them a sensual treat

Me fingers resemble cold, wintering trees
aging icicles hang from my elbows and knees
the slightest of movements puts a scent on the breeze
and to make matters worse I pee when I sneeze

Me back’s slightly bent, me forehead is wrinkled
when reading a menu, me eyes, yes – they’re crinkled
when I fall asleep they say  “ the old boy’s Van Winkled”
and me stories they say are all “Blarney sprinkled”

Me slippers are worn, me legs freshly shorn
the skin of me cheeks soft as the day I was born
but when they break out the corned beef and stout
all of me parts start to dancing about


John G. Lawless
© 3/6/2017

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Scott Thirtyseven March 8, 2017 at 7:08 AM I'm smiling, smiling, smiling. What a fun read.

Charlie Smith March 6, 2017 at 3:23 PM I love this one John, probably because I resemble most of it...

CayCay Godwin March 6, 2017 at 12:00 PM I agree with Tim, this IS great. Such a fun, engrossing, entertaining and pleasurable breath of air! Your creativity wrote every word of this admirable piece. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Tim Smith March 6, 2017 at 11:33 AM This is great John...we started celebrating Irish heritage last weekend with another round of parades and parties this weekend leading up to St. Patrick's Day.

Chris Green March 6, 2017 at 10:15 AM This was fun and clever and though I have never before attempted am Irish accent, your poem had me doing my best.

Sunlite Wanter March 6, 2017 at 10:13 AM So so much fun!!!! And such good rhyming.