I’m Irish-Gypsy lass I’m a bit different.
I’m a little wild. I’m a whole lotta rowdy.
I’m loud and sarcastic.
I’m an opinionated, passionate Redhead.
I’ve been called stubborn and times a handful.
Just to set the record straight I’m not stubborn I’m right
I am truly a handful but I’m also a heartful.
I have demons but I love hard.
And my love roars louder than any Demon.
I dance whenever, wherever the mood strikes me.
Be it the Park, grocery store, parking lot, my seat at the coffee shop.
I’m Irish like that.
I have the right to remain silent.
But being Irish I don’t have ability.
I’m blessed with the Irish gift of gab.
I like my Whiskey, Irish and on the rocks.
I like my cuppa tea like I like my men strong and sweet.
I like kisses long and deep.
I was raised with Irish proverbs, Tarot cards and palm reading.
I believe in God and the church.
And
I believe in the magic of the Faeries and Leprechauns.
I love the feel of moss and the scent of the trees.
I’m Irish-Gypsy flawsome.
Curves and sass straight whisky in a glass.