"Fridays at McGeary's Pub"

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Open Poetry #21

"Fridays at McGeary's Pub"

bags123
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since 2002-06-06

Posts 128

0 posted 2002-08-02 08:43 AM

The world reflects on Friday night
at McGeary's local pub
me boyo's sit with pints in hand
exchanging caustic rubs

While Tommy Flynn O'Malley reels
on his unrequited loves
Jim Connor wanders near the bar
in search of lonely doves

Clancy just can't understand it
Red Sox sink just like a sub
"Instead of bats, I think thy use
some crooked, black thorn clubs."

Reporting back, Slim Jimmy says,
"all the girls resemble pugs!"
"Except for one, with low cut blouse,
revealing sculpted jugs."

Her name he said, was Erin Coyle
and she doesn't live too far.
"Excuse me gents,I now must go."
"She's waiting in me car."

Well... Tommy's eyes just sparkled bright,
with distilled, dry, Irish wit.
"ERIN NO BRA!" He shouted loud.
"Jims always loved big tits!"

WhiteRose
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since 2002-07-23

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1 posted 2002-08-02 10:47 AM

This is great. I can just picture a bunch of Irish gents in a bar having a few. Thank you for a delightful read.

bags123
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since 2002-06-06

Posts 128

2 posted 2002-08-02 10:51 AM

Thank you for reading WhiteRose

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