The Grass Is Always Greener : Funny Poetry

If you've time to drop in for a while
discover the beauty of the Emerald Isle .

There's donkeys to ride through green countryside ,
spray for your face that blows in with the tide .

Gifts to be bought and big fish never caught .
Wishes are granted with only a thought .

Jigs for the feet as cows walk down the street,
Sights for sore eyes that TV. couldn't beat.

There's castles as big as mountains and more ,
like gold dust swept up from the cottage floor .

Shamrocks of green upon hills to be sold ,
where roses are redder than blood I'm told .

The grass is always greener over there ,
There's music and laughter everywhere .

Whisky from Waterford bottled in Cork ,
Poteen for the Pontiacs in New York .

There's water from Wexford , porter from Down ,
Girls in Galway dancing reels ,swinging round .

There's the harp and the pipe music so fine ,
Drinking in the pubs after closing time.

You''ll have the time of your life come and see ,
Irelands a holiday we all agree .

By Paul McCann