but hold a grudge
longer than anyone
under blazing sun
eyes of green
from a loved one
I love taters
but they don't love me
they cluster on my hips
as you can see
so does bread
I'd have to agree
this wasn't a problem
I could every foresee
I would love a castle
where I could lay my head
when the day was long
here at my desk
all would be fine
I would write my songs
odes and lyrics
how could that go wrong?
on this now warm, St. Patty's day
I think of those
who've passed away
Grandpa Ferrell
who did purvey
my Irish roots
that're here to stay
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
I would write my songs
odes and lyrics
how could that go wrong?
on this now warm, St. Patty's day
I think of those
who've passed away
Grandpa Ferrell
who did purvey
my Irish roots
that're here to stay
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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