Bad Irish Lad (pure poetic fun) Would you c/c please? tY?

Question by .: Bad Irish Lad (pure poetic fun) Would you c/c please? tY?
HIS story; as told to BG…(I had nothing ta…to do with it.)

When I were a lad the loidies all found me sa foine an’ broight
That me bed, it ne’er were empty, not for a simgle noight

I drank sa much o’Guinness, Lads, I ran ol’ Ireland droiy
Sa four thousand men were chasin’ me wi’ their guns an’ knives

Once the Queen were visitin’ an’ spotted me in the crowd
She screamed ta stop the carriage an’ hollared quite out loud

“Come here ta me, me darlin’; just need ya ta do one thing,
Kill off me ugly husband, and taday I will make ya King!”

Sa many o’ me friends have asked me how I did survive
Messin’ wi’ all the women, ‘ow was it I stayed alive?

I lived ‘er up sa high an’ foine, I threw away all o’ me youth
And I never told single thing that was anywhere near the truth!
Been working on an epic piece, should be done tomorrow…How ya doin, Linda?
Been working on an epic piece, should be done tomorrow…How ya doin, Linda?
I HATE it when that happens!
I HATE it when that happens!
Yeppers, Benny. Hope ta offer it ta a tomorrow, though don’t get too excited. Can’t judge it myself yet, since I don’t have a clue what I’ll be writing…& how she’ll end herself. (They write themselves, so I don’t take credit (or blame.)
Yes, Pet, all of those things will happen.

Best answer:

Answer by Crow Magnum
You answered MY question. Just a little while ago, while wandering the board and working on a new sonnet, I was wondering where BG’s daily offering was. Well, I shall wonder no more (but I may continue to wander).

A delightful read, as always, but honestly HIS stories aren’t as good as yours 🙂

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