Green is the laptop that my loved one gave to me
To tender applications and please bureaucracy,
For funds to run my house and cows and fun and finery,
And set aside my pastures and drain my milk lake dry.
So I will arise and go now and go to Brussels town,
And I've told all my leprechauns they'll have to vacate by June.
I'm spraying selective herbicides to rid my bogs and meads,
Of shamrock, dock and gillyflowers and other nasty weeds.
Nine bean rows can all go hang! stuff your hives for the honeybee!
I'll play me pipes in the boulevards and spend me euros free!
For Ireland's to be criss-crossed with roads of every grade
And I will live forever in a de-cowed glade.
What did you think? Please comment!
Comments
-
You're too kind, Kevin. If the Peter Simple article is online, I'd love to have the link.
-
Very clever and also profound. This is a memorable piece of writing! Do you read Michael Wharton ("Peter Simple") in the Daily Telegraph? He has also written on how the EU is destroying the distinctive character of Ireland. I hope to see it before it is all lost.
-
Thanks, Shubs. Well, it's a bit parochial, I'm afraid. Just saying that little old Ireland may have lost something with all the EU money that's washed in over the last few years. There are some allusions in it to WB Yeats' poem "The Lake Isle of Innisfree". I'll be back to read your entry tomorrow as I have a deadline to meet today. Thanks very much for writing.
-
nice poem with the perfect rhyme scheme..I couldnt understand the context in which this is written but if this a sort of a story then very well written---Shubs
Adding your comment:
