Irish Song
1/13/24
David wrote
Wifey sent note with Louie and Tessa,
"Give up, give up, you filthy schmuck
It's not where you wan-na flee,
Come home, I warn -- you're torn and worn,
and home is as warm as warm, as you can see."
I read then shouted into the loud,
"Ohhhh! The Canon is firin'!'
But I'm a smilin',
Raisin' a pint for only me.
We ended as a cohort of 7,
I know, 'cuz I tracked the swillin',
At 2...Tess left a-tirin',
at 3, Duff was dragged out the door,
at 4...Fitzy was locked in irons,
at 5, Philly booted on the floor,
at 6....Father Nix began perspirin',
at 7 Sally sobbed in the corner -- 'I'm not a whore!'
I noted and totaled throughout the night then tallied,
7 of us had 2
6 had 3
5 had 4
4 had 5
3 had 6
2 had 7.....
Leaves me with....well, I won the prize!
I know it was many, not including me date,
who sweetly joined me at 8,
But by then I had nigh a penny, so she went dry....
but still gimme credit, though my headache,
cuz I know I was tryin' for 9!
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