Irish Girl
They say that good girls are made of sugar and spice.
And Irish girls are made of Jameson and Ice.
For the most part I believe that to be true.
I’m an Irish/ Scottish, Gypsy/ Welsh girl
yes, that’s an odd combo.
But it’s me.
I’m one of the 2% you know the redheads.
Unlike the other unicorns in my tribe.
My eyes are not blue or green.
I have Gypsy eyes the color of Milk chocolate
If a storm cloud of emotions overwhelms me,
and my eyes go from milk chocolate,
to dark Chocolate its time to run for the hills.
Because a ***** storm is a brewing.
So, to say that my eyes are much to expressive.
Might be an understatement
Try as I might they can’t keep a secret.
I’m one of those Irish girls.
The one that never leave you guessing.
My eyes speak for me.
What they don’t say may face will.
Many a time I’ve found myself in a fine Kettle of ***** without saying a word.
Yes, I’m also one of those.
No matter what I do, my eyes roll my eyebrow arches
My lips push out and a look of total malcontent crosses my face.
And that snarky hellish malevolent lass makes an appearance.
And may the Lord have mercy on your soul because this wild-eyed Irish Gypsy will not.
SO,
It’s a good thing for world.
That for the most part I’m good natured.