1400 - No trouble in Dublin

We tidied the rented house; rendered it
Spotless. A last fag. Flagging now, but near
The end. (My own bed, much later tonight!)
(I’ve just realised: today I drank no beer)
But I gorged on some chicken in the square
Of Port Laoise, the least important piece chucked
Along with some limp chips... Back to the car
Drove on the double into Dublin, sucked
In to Temple Bar tat and chit-chat. Picked
Up the Irish brogue; practised it loike twits
Down O’Connell Street and up Parnell Square
Found a new route to the port; bought a book,
Great Irish Speeches, which I might read out
Aloud, to get the accent noice and clear
Mon 5 July