Short Irish Setter Poems

He’s Irish not Scottish or British 
You forget, he’ll get ornery and skittish
He’ll point to his pelt 
Start swearing in Celt
With a splash of some Gaelic and Yiddish...

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Will Take Aim Horn Haiku

When we will take aim,
You always receive the blame;
Much more of the same.

Are one of the few,
Who I surely will love you,
And always so true.

Poems may be putrid,
But each one of them I did;
Wish someone had hid.

Next time be better;
Think she was an Irish Setter;
Go on floor let her.

Ho Ho Jim Horn...

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Her blind date had arrived right on cue,
her jeans as tight as a cocoon,
stepped into the night,
"ripped" noise what a fright,
exposing her hefty full moon.

Thank God she had brought a sweater,
tied round waist she felt a little better,
till dog came around,
pulled sweater on down,
full mooned ran after the irish setter.





4-26-17...

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Those red suede boots came splashing in
With the pride of elephants, dangling fringe
I got out of the way, my mouth to my chin
Others were terrified, some did a cringe.

Nancy Sinatra could not have done any better.
Those boots were prancing up like an Irish setter.
I backed up toward the wall, and let them pass by.
Too terrified to squeak out the teensiest “hi”....

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(to a blues riff)

You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl,
You're a good good girl.

You're a good good girl
You're a good good girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl
You're a good good girl.

You're a bloodshed girl
You're a bloodshed girl
You're a spit-curl girl, roller derby girl
You're a good good girl....

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