There's one thing in life,
I just don't seem to get.
If I tell an Irish joke,
This to me is the craziest.
It's funny but it's racist,
I try to be a descent bloke.
Yet if someone Irish,
Tells the same one.
Now it's just a funny joke:
The Irish that I myself,
Have met laugh along.
They all seem to be,
Descent loving folks.
Who just love to laugh,
At life. Including
Irish jokes.
One Irish lady said to me,
As happy as can be.
"I did like dat one, About
Jesus would have been
born in Ireland. But they
Couldn't find any wise men".
They all laughed and cheered,
Not one of them sneered
or jeered.
At the Irish jokes that I told,
That's what happens,
When you laugh with people.
By the way, Yes the jokes
themselves were that old.

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Written on 2022-11-08 at 00:19

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
So true! The bailiff in our county always referred to me as the Irish lad. And to him and those around us that is what I may always be. Of course the Irish in our family comes from my wife's lineage. But then again, it could ha been worse situation. From experience it is both a state of mind and before that something that is given life in the home, it is taught in many more ways than teaching is usually seen or understood.