Mary Forrester


Tis Bacon And Cabbage - Poem by Mary Forrester

The houses were bright
All painted white
With acres of land
That stretched out of sight
Paddy and Bridget
In the fields making hay
While Johnny and Jim
Sat drinking Tay
Ailis at home tending
The hearth
While Morrigan sat in an
Oul tin bath
Seamus bejasus outside
In the yard
Yoking his Ass on to the
Cart
Mick in the fields pulling
The veg
While Padraig is out
Cutting the hedge
Tis bacon and cabbage
Ailis called
And an evening of music
And ballads for all.


Comments about Tis Bacon And Cabbage by Mary Forrester

  • Veteran Poet - 1,930 Points Noreen Carden (11/12/2013 6:25:00 PM)

    Hello Mary really loved this poem especially the line about Seamus yoking his ass to the cart well done (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 10,072 Points Heather Wilkins (10/10/2013 5:05:00 PM)

    bacon and cabbage does smell good cooking. fun poem (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 855 Points Mary Forrester (10/10/2013 2:21:00 PM)

    So much laughter writing this poem: -))) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 140 Points John Brown (10/10/2013 1:02:00 PM)

    Sounds like a whole heap o' fun - I'm in. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013


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