(irish Poems) : Dublin Mon Amour Poem by Janice Windle

Dónall and Jan are walking in Dublin
over the Liffey and back again doubling,
Molly Malone has plenty of mussels
and also a cleavage to die for!

Clocks in O’Connell Street showing the hour o’clock,
Eason’s and Lir and Post Office say four o’clock,
Lovers meet up under Cleary’s square timepiece
O Dublin, you are mon amour!

The Needle is soaring up into the stratosphere,
we’re drinking a Murphy’s in Bewley’s while it’s still here,
our Saviour is with us as we cross the road -
sweet Jesus, but that was a near one!

O’Connell’s orating high up on his pedestal,
angels are waiting to catch him lest he should fall,
Gratton and Larkin are watching the parking
and everything’s deadly in Dublin!