Chrissie Hynde # The Book of Kells.
Cute Chrissie Hynde
And long weekend benders
We lived every frame
And loved the Pretenders
Bioluminescence
And small noctiluca
Pookas a glow
In dark Poulaphouca
A spanking new vaccine
Some new hope say Pfizer
Stay safe and say calm
So say our advisers
The old holly bush
Bereft of red berries
They yet could appear
And all will be merry
Bright Mr. Rubik
And his colourful cube
Like trying to count dewdrops
Or waltz on the tube
Our ancientest scripts
The old masters wrote
One such book of Kells
And one Ballymote
In cold limestone caverns
Where white tites come down
And Clare’s Ailwee caves
Past sorrows did drown.
Beidh mé ar ais…Sláinte.
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