Two Irish Sirens Pass Me In The Night

As a child of dingo country
I used to love the charm of Irish green
 
Emerald velvet gowns on ginger haired ladies
With bottle glass irises
Their freckled faces dashing between labyrinth hedges
and castle walls lush with rich damp moss
 
It was a magical fantasy
on that television screen
Wizards and leprechauns
living the dream
Then dears Patsy and Zoe arrived on the scene
 
They entered my class
We were in grade six
I was wooed right away by Patsy's cherry red kiss
  
But a rendezvous with Zoe too
I could not miss
I gave her my stamp collection
Myself I'll never forgive
 
Zoe means life and she brought me to it
Even though she rejected my keen coy advances
  
Patricia was warm and I felt to pursue her
So I had sweet pre-teen romanciful chances
when I was still green
  
But that was that
and it never went further
In fact I said some things that may have hurt her
   
Because I was a boy and it was the 80s
And I bragged of conquest
as if I was Sir Ganymede
   
Well, I was young and I didn't understand
The impact of a girl's reputation
'cross the land
   
I'm really sorry for how the play ended
Not quite Shakespearian
but sensibilities offended
 
I hope she recovered and has a good life
Is a true happy mother,
homemaker and wife