An Irish Lass Poem by Randy McClave

Indeed you are an Irish lass
Who wears the tartan, green as the grass,
Over the rainbow you may pass
Unto sweet Ireland which is your class.

Drink your whiskey from a glass
Then get drunk and become very crass,
Insult or compliment someone's ass
Then after your coffee, drink some chasse.

Indeed you are an Irish Lass
As sure as I attend the Lord's mass,
The blood in you which created your sass
Is the very same blood which gives you brass.

Randy L. McClave