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THE DEVIL OF A MESS
Paddy was an Irishman, though you would never guess.He'd never dug a ditch or laid a brick;He liked to be anonymous and that's why he'd confess,he answered to his other name of Mick.

He was into making moonshine and he had this special brew,a wicked blend of magic and pocheen;He liked to boast to everyone"It makes a man of you"(Before it rots your liver and your spleen)
He'd been roaming in the mountains,he was warming up his still,throwing all his bits and pieces in the pot;The magic of his potion was a tribute to his skill;The actions of his customers was not.

O'Sullivan came calling and demanded a quick swig,so Paddy let him have a sip or two.He did a double somersault and then an Irish jig,and departed like a manic kangaroo.

O'Casey, not to be outdone, was quickly on the scene.He had a dreadful thirst he had to slake;He begged and cried and grovelled for a glass of neat poteen
then he had to go get ready for his wake.

O'Cassidy,the moron,who had never been to school,drank half a glass without the slightest fuss;He said that when he drank it,it had kicked just like a mule,just before he started reading Calculus.

With all of the commotion and the quaffing of each cup,poor Paddy found he couldn't concentrate;The still just overheated,and eventually blew up,and Paddy found himself at Heaven's Gate.
O'Hara's up in heaven,where he sings his drunken song.His halo hangs lopsided on his head.The stuff that he'd been supping had a potency so strong,he couldn't quite believe that he was dead.

Now Paddy's very happy,for he's taken over Hell,The greatest boss the Netherworld has seen;The devils work like demons dragging coals up to the well where Paddy brews his very best pocheen.

And in the Winter evenings,when the skies are cold and raw,and icy winds cut through you like a whip,StMichael and his followers may knock on Paddy's door,and if they're good, he'll let them have a sip.

- Thomas Vaughan

Submitted: 12/26/2000 Printer Friendly
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