Jack O’ Hare In Ireland

November 28, 2014 at 8:19 pm (Humour, Poetry) (, , , )

Jack O’ Hare In Ireland

Jack O’ Hare was a bunny rabbit
won a trip, decided to grab it
went to Ireland his ancestral home
where he saw the sea ‘neath the Cliffs of Moher foam
visited the Killarney Lakes
the leprechauns there were quite the flakes
visited Waterford Crystal
where he bought himself a glass pistol
to frighten off that nasty fox
who wanted to taste his harey locks
he looked at Wedgwood pottery
after all, he won the lottery.
Tried to hug a tower that reached to Heaven
It was the tower of the monk Saint Kevin.
He walked along Wexford’s fair streets
to fiddle music he kept the beats
The Irish had never seen such a wild bunny hop
they cheered him on and didn’t ask him to stop.
He watched the sun go down on Galway Bay
and frolicked with many a colleen in Irish hay.
He drank many a Guinness in the town of Dublin
where he received absolution for his past sin.

-A Jack O’ Hare poem
written by Christopher
Friday November 28th

-Jack O’ Hare was the name I gave the wild hare jack rabbit who used to live in my backyard when I lived in the Canadian province of Alberta.

On this my birthday I decided to write a poem honouring my old friend.

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