Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Irish Curse Poetry

               Curse the Sibling:
May the devil mend you and your godforsakeness!
May you find your room falling to the depths of hell,
and may your ears be constantly ringing like a bell.
Let the sickness of your nasal area never leave you!
Let your blessed attitude go across itself,
and may your days be haunted by a creepy little elf.
May your make up be made from cat bowels and donkey pee!
Let your legs be burned by hell-fire 'till they fall off,
while you are kicked in the head by a pig eating from a trough.
Leave this earth and don't return, before you make everyone so stupid it impossible to learn.

4 comments:

  1. I'm a big fan of the "cat bowels and donkey pee" line. Also, the juxtaposition of "blessed" and telling something to "across" itself. :)

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  2. You're right, the elf on the shelf is a curse!

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