Graves Of The Lefties

by Daniel Hall Kleinmeier
(Freeport, N.Y.)

Only to me, came a poem from His breath
The world He'd done right, 'cept some Irish that were left

So He took these lefties to reason things out
For the Irish never worry, and never seem to pout

With tears in their words, like their vows said in chapel
Only lefties of the Irish gut a poem with a scalpel

It pains me so, when the righties lament
From the poems that are written in the Irish cement