The False Irishman

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Lower than a gondola
but fully filled with air.
Hot and tepid blustering,
Pure drivel with some flare.

He said he hailed from Dublin
but didn’t have the stance.
I tried but couldn’t help but laugh
at the slightest glance.

He exchanged mere potatoes
For a fancy pizza dish.
And called it Irish Culture.
Get real bud, you wish.

A True Poem about a False Irishman by Garrett Haselton