Whiskey in the car.
You know you are Irish when.
Driving thank god cooling down night.
Meandering la Spanish coast again.
Slow behind old couple riding moped.
We pass lit up cantinas and cafe's.
As tourist watching tourist strolls la promenade.
In our holi-days.
Our car hopping and a wailing.
Back from the bar.
Us seven from old down to young singing.
Whiskey in the jar.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Ronan.
PoetryA new book I hope to fill with more poems and useless things. All for your amusement . So please like and comment and laugh but not at the bits I'm trying to be profound. Mind you they might be the best bits to laugh at. Enjoy:-)
