Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Irish Curse Poem final work

You are a jerk


So let the world take your turf


You are inconsiderate


Therefore you will be illiterate


You have been cheating


Your turn for a beating


Blue eyes?


Make them grey like the stormy sky


You are wealthy


Your family is now unhealthy


May your happiness


Turn into true madness


Let fear


Make you turn to beer


You shall die


In due time


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