"thoin" poems
If you should ever set a sail
o'er the Irish sea
then perchance you'll hear a tale
from old mythology
and its told in local drinking holes
down valleys and up highs
and its always told with a pint of ale
and a twinkle in the eye
There was a man, who poor, forlorn
had heard this tale of old
its said "whereever there are leprechauns or rainbows
nearby's a *** of gold
and as the man could ill afford
to keep himself in whiskey or in beer
indeed the news, removed his blues
and filled him with good cheer
he went off hunting rainbows
near where the little people dwell
for only leprechauns can know
where gold is hid and they will never tell
for they guard their treasure very well
One day the man he saw a rainbow
which he followed to its end
and there he found a little pub
where leprechauns and friends
sat drinking with good cheer
from little pots of golden beer
The leprechaun proprietor
observed the man with solemn eye
he asked "what will be your pleasure?"
and the man gave out a sigh
he said ;"I have come about a *** of gold
or something of that sort
I have heard it told from legends old
that theres gold that cant be bought
Then the proprietor replied in gaelic
and all he said was "pog ma thoin"
whilst taking from his pocket
a single shiny golden coin.
"Pog Ma Thoin? The poor man asked
what does it mean, oh please explain
For I have searched so very far
for rainbows through the rain
Sir, would you like this golden coin?
you have truly found the rainbows end
yet the only pots of Gold round here
are filled with beer, my friend
But if you would like this coin of gold
said the proprietor as he raised his glass
then Pog ma Thoin for a golden coin
come over here and kiss my ****
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC