loquacious,with a flower of a tongue
and a fist full of beer
sprout green words and weeds all bar long
bards by blood,Irish to dawn
when they roll barrel homewards
beat wives and children
snore off the /swear off the
slipper back to work/to earn
enough to drink all the fish in the Irish blarney seas
(while their sardine children eat poetry
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