Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

To An American Lady in Ireland


Did I miss you in Dunquin Town,
When you dropped your hankie
On the ground?
You could at least
Have turned around
To thank a creature
Bent and brown;
But you, a lady on a spree,
Took no note of lowly me;
Who crawled away, his liquor spillin,
Clutchen hard your tourist schilling.

Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2013

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