Share Shamrock Sherry Poem by John Sensele

Pat me not, fat cat
Not that it matters or flatters
My ego for a single goal that
Loves to give squatters in their quarters

A degree of freedom to harass a head
Too proud to beg, too loud to condone a cloud
That brandishes radish in a British bed
When a crowd

Rolling sleeves believes shelves
Swimming in a sea of soundscapes
Tutored, mirrored in pillars of elves
Fix six sticks below assembled apes

Who laugh at a bully's bluff
At last with a cast living in the past
Elicits, enunciates and satirises staff
Who share shamrock sherry and save strangers who freak out fast.