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When in Spain, it's been exclaimed the rich Corinthian leather While on the Isle of Man, I understand the castles fare well, the weather When visiting France, keep on your pants the ladies don't shave body hair They bathe when they can, but I'll tell ya man I've heard that it smells like a bear When in Venice, don't be a menace the ladies prefer their men wise Pastas' the treat, everyone eats increasing in girth, and in size When in the channel, never wear flannel and best leave a Welshman alone In the country of green, don't let it be seen that your kissin the blarney stone Jump on a train, and then you can claim you're a traveling ************ Europe's a gas, cuz there they have class but don't get played, for a sucker
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
You kissed what? (or more apptly: You're-a-peein)
When in Spain, it's been exclaimed the rich Corinthian leather While on the Isle of Man, I understand the castles fare well, the weather When visiting France, keep on your pants the ladies don't shave body hair They bathe when they can, but I'll tell ya man I've heard that it smells like a bear When in Venice, don't be a menace the ladies prefer their men wise Pastas' the treat, everyone eats increasing in girth, and in size When in the channel, never wear flannel and best leave a Welshman alone In the country of green, don't let it be seen that your kissin the blarney stone Jump on a train, and then you can claim you're a traveling ************ Europe's a gas, cuz there they have class but don't get played, for a sucker
Brought back from the grave for St Patty's ;D I've heard it said, that every night the Irish wash the blarney stone, with ***** :D (Who can blame em LOL)
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
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