Poem -

Irish

Irish

Land of saints and scholars

not for us dog collars

no tying me up

only church wine I sup

if I’m bound

it’s to the sink

head bowed and shouldn’t think

no sex please, I’m Irish

no flattery, that’s fresh

birth control is down to rhythm

stop those little sperm swimming

not allowed use a condom

I’ll have to take it up the bum

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Megan Powell

this is really funny it's really me laugh 

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