In Dublin
My son’s in Dublin, now, for work.
Irish travel – what a perk!
He’ll only be there for a week
But he’s allowed a little peek.
Shooting snooker ‘stead of pool;
Watching rugby played – how cool!
Drinking Guinness in a pub,
Like a local at a club.
He’ll be back the day before
We come knocking at his door
For Turkey Day with what will be
Plain beer and football on T.V.
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