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 amidst 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