#406
Shillelagh Dreams
It's been said to me face
We're a foul-smelling race;
It's been said to me face more than once.
Me response over beer
Is to initiate fear
In the hearts of those so inclined.
Now me wife has opined
That she finds it unkind
To respond in a threatening way.
So I wish them sweet bliss
As I send them a kiss
From the top o'me head to their nose
That rattles them down to their toes
And shatters that fine-smelling nose,
And shatters that fine-smelling nose.