Cheryl Darby Poet Rhyme

Irish

Irish

'When Irish eyes are smiling',
sang the midwife, gleefully,
as she handed me a bundle,
and revealed that it was 'She'.

A baby, with the darkest hair,
blue eyes, that shone like sea,
here lay this little person, 
blessed with Irish ancestry.

A girl no longer now, alas,
she's long since flown the nest,
so I replaced her swiftly,
with 2 Greyhounds, I don't jest!

Faye Shannah and Pigalle Blue,
an Irish racing pair,
but you can safely visit me,
unless you are a hare!

You could come for coffee?
and bring a Cake to finish,
actually, I love real ale,
but never, ever, Guinness!

Cheryl Yvonne Darby (Cyd)
23/02/2015

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Richard Lamoureux July 12, 2015 at 6:42 PM Don't go into the shower when he is around! Oops different Norman, I think your safe.

Richard Lamoureux July 12, 2015 at 12:45 PM This is a fun one! Cheryl Darby July 12, 2015 at 4:20 PM Thanks! Fayeshannah has unfortunately passed away with liver cancer since I wrote that poem, but I have adopted another, unwanted ex-racing greyhound, a young boy of only 3 years of age, called Norman, only I could have a dog called Norman!

Diane Christian June 14, 2015 at 2:49 PM That is lovely a taste of my ansestors. My great great grandfather Hugh mc greevy was born in Ireland co roscommon / co mayo area but moved to Northumberland then we were all born here in England Im so much into Irish family trees I've learnt so much. So top of the morning to you Cheryl Darby June 15, 2015 at 2:59 AM Thank you for your kind comments! Cheryl