With a K or maybe a C is often misspelt
Leprechaun sworn torn from green felt
Billiard baize suit worn with a big belt
Scorn cliches like Romans Cornish pelt
Taffs...the Jocks or Shamrocks smelt
In foreign lands so many have dwelt
Velvet villainy Galician or Brittany C/Kelt
Falter but not at Catholic altar knelt
Riff raffs playing the cards we're dealt
Life & death debacle glued a shoe's welt
Riddles tango with fiddles so heartfelt
Calms disarms always buxom not svelte
Lovers then in each others arms melt
No qualms rascal sparkle charms of a Celt
B52s above the Aleutians?
It never was a Red Dread global mission.
Fidel was just Galician patrician,
and Ho and Mao were scholarly Confucians.
They wore those uniforms like horsehair vests,
to carve from abject nothingness an entity,
a national and regional identity,
ingredients which only coalesced
when nascent nations donned that soviet skin,
abhorrent to the blinkered Baywatch mind:
unowned, untethered, boundless, non-aligned –
but with Kalashnikovs airlifted in.
As Mary Jane moved in on moonshine stills,
the five-year-olds rehearsed their fallout drills.
Galactic marvel; Gallant Galahad to swimming gala.
Gallery of sirens lying galore; a sexy display.
On bed of Galax, a living Galatea, he sees Hallah.
A tactical Galago, he jumps wooing the gal to play.
In Galician, her Lactose voice: “Bring me Venus.”
Her wish send him in alacrity to the galaxy.
Over Milky Way and planets, he flies a genius,
Defying Big Bear and the Pleiades in vanity.
His tic, he mocks Galileo he meets high above.
He dances proudly around the galactic plane.
Gall he shows to grab the great Goddess of love,
none but Hallah;“Galah!”from her throne she mocks in disdain!
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