H Poem - That's Dublin For Ya !

That's Dublin For Ya !

Plodding along in the rain
Down by Christchurch
Feeling stress and strain
From a long day of
Helping to make black porter
High up in James' Street
His black hair bobbing neat
Overhanging Asian eyes
Feeling strange in Dublin
Feeling strange at Guinness
Feeling still more strange
When the foul mouthed
And stinkin' old Paddy
Chases him and shouts
Feeble, fumbling curses
And swears fueled by the
Very same black stuff
That my friend from far away
Was helping to make all day
He hurried home
Wondering why
Why he came
Why he felt shame
But in the end he decided that
Even if he's derided by some
He's still his own man
He will stay
Here or anywhere

MWC
23 VII '01