The Night Before Paddys Day - Poem by Damian Murphy
The night before Paddy’s Day, all through Leinster House
Not a T.D. was stirring, not even a mouse!
Not one politician to be found anywhere;
All gone off globe trotting without even a care!
That they all have to go does not seem to make sense
More so when it’s all at the taxpayers expense.
But we all say nothing, and they do as they please
No matter they have brought the country to it’s knees!
Our problems are the last thing they have on their minds
They seem so delighted to leave it all behind
What we think matters little to them anyway
As they head abroad to celebrate Paddy’s Day!
Leaving the country and us in an awful mess;
rife with poverty, unemploment, homelessness!
By rights we should all kick up such an awful stink
But instead the whole country just takes to the drink!
Are we celebrating our patron Saint, Patrick,
Or the few days without those smug, blood sucking tics?
Alas though one of Saint Patricks biggest mistakes;
Was leaving pol iticians while banishing snakes!
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