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Ryan O'Leary
Poems
Mar 22
Saint Patrick
St Patrick was conman,
a shyster, and a rogue.
He almost pulled a fast one,
on the folks of Tear na Nogue
He tried to sell the locals,
what he described as ****,
But t’was grown in Clonakilty
from greyhound cabbage seed.
Then he took it further, by
ridding the land of snakes,
A bag of eels is what he'd caught
Down by Killarney’s lakes.
It’s a land of saints and scholars
Where nobody mentions thieves
And the Shamrock’s just a porky
That hardly anyone here believes
But they say he visited Blarney
Where he honed his gift of the gab
From there on in t’was easy going
He'd mastered the art "confab"
He used three leaves to explain the trinity
Because he thought the natives were tick
To each he gave an Irish name
of Sheamus and Tadgh and ****.
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Ryan O'Leary
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