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the eejits finally got the hint
She wrote down “Erin go Braugh or go home
It was the beginning of her St Paddy’s day poem
A couple of eejits were staring at her now
Her corn beef and cabbage was fully a wow!
She took another bite and pointedly did not speak.
She looks Irish to me, said one. His name was Zeke.
The other guy came over and asked her to go on a date.
She drank her mint shake, it was truly first rate.
I think she is ignoring us, do Irish girls do that?
She hissed and she spat like an Emerald isle cat.
They got the hint and left her alone at last.
“Ireland forever!” she yelled. They ran away fast.
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Caren Krutsinger
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