For Tara On Her Birthday Poem by Cretan Maineiac

(to the tune of 'O Danny Boy')

Tara McHale, i love the words you wrote me
you're never stale, your eyes smile 'cross the sea
tho' i stand tall, a happy lowly Yankee
i cannot help but dream of being Mr. T.

The winter's gone, the buds they're all a bloomin'
'tis you 'tis you, whose comments stoke my pride
& whilst i'm drunk, or stoned or even shroomin'
i'd envy any man could claim you for a bride.

Tho never soft, i hear your sweet voice warming
to every heart whose ears might linger near
while 'round your laughter all good souls are swarming
your thoughtful verses merit more than just a sigh.

But if you come, to comment on my word play
from that green, and hilly place called home
there will be joy where'e'r i sit for reading
Tara McHale Tara McHale i love you so (repeat)