Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
Hey, Marge, I'll take you up on that
'Cause I'm an Irish man
And I can kiss you in a way
That only a leprea - can.
I'll kiss you on the forehead
And then I'll roll you over
And make you feel you've been blessed
By a FIELD of four leaf clovers!
I'll kiss your rosy Irish cheeks
Then, when we're all alone,
You'll have the opportunity
To kiss my blarney stone!!
Can't help it!! I've got my Irish up! (actually, I'm ALL blarney!)
Wonderful poem, Marge!