The Irish Are All Bad She Said
His name is McGruff, crazy old woman said.
Rolling her silly eyes to the back of her head.
I could tell she had already labelled him.
A really great Irish guy name of Jim.
The Irish are all bad, she said quickly.
Her mind completely made up so thickly.
McGruff was an incredibly wonderful man.
He built our town a brand new band stand.
Donated all his supplies and labor.
Jim McGruff, a fantastic giving neighbor.
I asked crazy woman what she thought now.
She was making fun of people who bow.
Prejudging people was her normal scheme.
Fitting them into boxes, with a crazy theme.
But wait I said, aren’t you Irish too?
Shut up! She said. Or I’ll hit you with my shoe.
So my advice to you on this regular day.
If you see Old Lady McCaffry, try to stay away.
The last thing I heard is she has a new gun.
And she is shooting people from her window for fun.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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