"blasket" poems
When I retire in Ireland
I'll be fit and sixty-five
Then I'll ride the DART for free
and explore the country-side
I'll rent an old thatched cottage
Buy a bicycle with gears
Tool along Connor Pass Road
Out to ****** drink some beers
Eating the Irish breakfasts
Drinking too much Guinness to mention
Uncle Sam sends my social security
I'll collect my teacher's pension
Mornings I'll write a novel
About my Irish sojourn
A boat to Blasket Islands
Some Gaelic I'll be learnin'
I'll check my geneology
The DART to Cork and I go
Fitzpatrick's, a talented family,
Doctors, fighters, writers in the know
Always an ear to the music
Familiar faces all around
Perhaps some long lost relatives
Still in Cork who could be found
Yes, I'm in love with Ireland
The Cliffs of Moher call to me
I'll go hiking west of Doolin
Rent an apartment in Dun Laoghaire (dun leary)
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
When I retire in Ireland
I'll be fit and sixty-five
Then I'll ride the DART for free
and explore the country-side
I'll rent an old thatched cottage
Buy a bicycle with gears
Tool along Connor Pass Road
Out to ****** drink some beers
Eating the Irish breakfasts
Drinking too much Guinness to mention
Uncle Sam sends my Social Security
I'll collect my teacher's pension
Mornings I'll write a novel
About my Irish sojourn
A boat to Blasket Islands
Some Gaelic I'll be learnin'
I'll check my geneology
The DART to Cork and I go
Fitzpatrick's, a talented family,
Doctors, fighters, writers in the know
Always an ear to the music
Familiar faces all around
Perhaps some long lost relatives
Still in Cork who could be found
Yes, I'm in love with Ireland
The Cliffs of Moher call to me
I'll go hiking west of Doolin
Rent an apartment in Dun Laoghaire (dun leary)
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
When Star Wars came to film in Ireland (in County Kerry the Blasket islands)
I wanted a part
I wanted to be like Darth (Vader)
I told them I knew the whole Star Wars Universe off by heart
From Ken Kenobi's desert hideout to Hans Solo's Big Bird, the Maltese Falcon
And the big chewy chap Wuzzy Bear
And the lovely Princess Leah with her lovely bunned up hair
I told them I could be Bard the wise old Shaman poet
At least I'd be better than that old **** Yoda
Well they looked at me a bit awry
I thought to myself "I got a bad feeling about this"
They turned me down, said maybe another time
I warned them "I might turn to the Dark Side"
I would have reached for a Blaster only I was already fairly plastered
They started to bundle me out the door
I was strugglin' and shouting "Yea Yoda Old Toadface
Get your hands off me, I'm talkin' Toad here man.... I'm talkin' Toad..."
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 10:27 AM UTC