I was walkin’ down the street in June
I was walkin’ with my fork and spoon
Went into Dairy Queen to buy a float
Then ran out to tie my Billy Goat
Got a shovel for my friends in line
They talkin’ funny stuff all the time
Got a cake and a cone and shake
With shamrock green and no snake
Cause I’m an Irishman rappin’ cool
Like Saint Patrick or a holy well pool
I’m the ticket, yes. that’s the truth
cause I can rap like an inpacted tooth
Yeah…yeah..yeah..yeah
Yeah…yeah…yeah…yeah.
Ad nauseum…
“This rap was brought to you today by the letter R and the number 1.”
…and this is why I don’t rap. It is as painful as listening to Big Bird trying to sing an intelligent song, or watching garbage trucks pass through a gate…for a living. I’m going to stick with real poetry…can I get a witness?
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About thelostkerryman
Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country.
Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere.
His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above.
All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
