Dónall and Jan are walking in Dublin <br />over the Liffey and back again doubling, <br />Molly Malone has plenty of mussels <br />and also a cleavage to die for! <br /> <br />Clocks in O’Connell Street showing the hour o’clock, <br />Eason’s and Lir and Post Office say four o’clock, <br />Lovers meet up under Cleary’s square timepiece <br />O Dublin, you are mon amour! <br /> <br />The Needle is soaring up into the stratosphere, <br />we’re drinking a Murphy’s in Bewley’s while it’s still here, <br />our Saviour is with us as we cross the road - <br />sweet Jesus, but that was a near one! <br /> <br />O’Connell’s orating high up on his pedestal, <br />angels are waiting to catch him lest he should fall, <br />Gratton and Larkin are watching the parking <br />and everything’s deadly in Dublin!<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/irish-poems-dublin-mon-amour/
