There once was a chap from Kilkerry,
Who's arms were as brown as a berry,
But the hue of his face
As he tied up his lace
Was as red as a bottle of sherry.
(Written Feb/March 1995)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do like a nice drop of Sherry and often I pop in a cherry, but my face gets quite hot as the drink hits the spot and it always upsets my poor belly.