When I was a young lad, Of about 101 years, I went fishing in the valley of beers. It was a mistake, I admit, I was a bit of a fool, But then, it was boring at Sweet Valley School. I sneaked round a tree, And turned to the right, And at the end of a log, I suddenly caught sight- An icecream , perhaps, pleased a boy of my age, But not me, no, 'Tis for girls, so sage. What I saw standing, In the midst of the grass, Was a gallon of guinness, In a great tall, thin, grass. I tryed to climb up it, And so you have seen, never climb up where no others have been. This wonderul peom was written by the druken leprechaun, Brodwyn. You can e-mail him at Craic in th'wall
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