It’s the end of history
let Finnegan sit up
another tankard
of w’iskey
pour his cup!
Those I’ish need
a brooming
for their blooming
imaginations.
A such and
a sound
a stave
in the ground.
How much
am I to make
of a stem
on the bank?
I think
no more
of hard coal
embers.
By the Liffey
I’m sure
I’ll stop
no more.
Too much
I’ish word-play
lasts me
a fort-day.
And four cycles
of a
harsh chairn
emblem.
That stirs
the wake
yet can’t slake
my curiosity.
5/22/06
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