Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
It's The Irish In Me - Poem by Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
When I walk down the glen
To meet a bonny Irish Lass to ken
I say to her, 'Top of the morning to you'
And she asks, 'What will I today do with you? '
Let's go for a drive in my new car.'
She asks, 'Shall we go to Sean's bar? '
I say, 'We will stop there on the way home.'
she says, 'If we marry, I'll never more roam.'
I ask, 'Will we raise a family of three.:
She says, 'Yes, it will be a bonny familyof three.'
The Irish lad said, 'That will make me very happy.'
And he will never again be unhappy
March 18,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
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