Recently I have been trying to write ‘better stuff’ by occasionally reading verse written by famous poets. I have sometimes enjoyed reading their words. Mostly I’ve been transported back to a dim and distant school day, where poetry was learned by rote and failure to recite was a cause for embarrassment and taunts in front of the whole school. However I’m still in awe of some Irish writers…

I wish that I were Irish,
a drunken poet I’d be,
write at night ‘with Guinness’
be feted by the BBC.
Schoolchildren would analyse,
every word that I did write,
whilst their teachers kept a secret,
(It was mainly shite!)

As you may be able to tell, this was written with help from quite a few cans from St James’s Gate, Dublin 8! Sláinte!

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