Robin Bennett (December 25th / New Orleans, La USA)
Welcome To America
Lord knows the Mayflower didn't bring
us to America. Snooty Puritans had no
use for us potato picking Irish Catholics,
and our redhead step child looks.
Not to mention our ghostly pale skin
covered in fake measles, guaranteed
us a spot on a broken down fishing boat.
So, we settled in Boston. Full of a never ending
supply of tea, and ironically named New England.
I never understood that name. Should have made
a clean break and cut all ties, if you ask me.
Soon Boston became our own mini Ireland, with
perks. Goodbye kilts, no more bagpipes twenty
four hours a day. Hello to an abundance of
Irish pubs and dark ale.
No more crappy Irish weather, boring tales of Nessie,
and the bland, tired food. America still has four leaf
clovers and rainbows. Even that rare commodity,
sunshine. After a generation or two, seems even
the new england americans became to uppity for
us. Maybe we'd be better off in the south, without
all the stringent etiquette rules of the governing
clique, oh cliques what would the world do with out your
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