if irishmen be half the man

if irishmen be half the man





if irishmen be half the man
that scots
and english be.
than i best cuckold all the rest
and haves me self a see.


for i have never seen the likes
of irish men you see,
lest they be drunk
bent over stump
or wrapped
around some tree.


a huggin' and a kissin' it
like they
was makin' porn.
with nature as their virgin miss,
a slobberin' and forlorn.


oh tell me
where these irish be
i reads
so much about?
that
ponder nights of starry heights
and love
a midst the crowds?


of life fulfilled with love of land,
of woman,
birth and heathers' stand.
tis ireland
that breeds the cloth
of men like these
to fuel lifes' broth?


for if an irish man
be half
of what i read of him.
then i be one to toast his health
and revel
in the din.


that beauty knows no boundary
so
thanks me lucky stars.
i lift me glass towards Ireland,
and hail
the men you are!






© sjw 03/15/10 inspired at this very moment in time by me love of all things green.






from the 'beauty series' of poems




Stephen