Kissed If You’re Irish

They remember him as a saviour of his people.
“He drove out the snakes!”,
Vile filthy creatures,
Yet he was never one of them.
Though “they” never claimed him as their own
He was assigned to them by popular belief.

Popular belief is what he brought to them.
Drove out, burrowed in,
Blessed are the meek for they shall drink green beer.
‘Ye ken’t cull an Irishman mek’
Not without a belly full of Guinness ye ken’t 
 Ha! Kiss the blarney stone and me fat arse.

Born in Britain with a Roman rule
A man with a mission
A green isle to go
Get rid of all the sssinners 
“He’s got God on his side [...]
Backin’ up from behind.”1
Taken by pirates 
But brought there alive

So pinch me if you’ve heard it
Or punch me if ya ain’t 
Saint Patrick’s festival is fit for a saint
With beer and spirits
Beef corned and cabbage
Driving snakes out of Ireland
In the back seat gathered.
Happiest of days to you
No matter where you’re from

Cause like Saint Paddy
You’re kissed if ye Irish
And arsed if ye not.

1 – Taken from “Missionary Man” by The Eurythmics

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This is for a dVerse prompt: Your challenge for today, if you choose to accept it, is to choose any image, object, song, or concept from the post and use it to inspire a poem.

I chose St. Patrick and that he is not from Ireland born or raised. I hope you enjoy! 😊