Thursday 19 September 2019

Making Love Outside Aras an Uachtarain

When I was a boy, myself and my girl Used bicycle up to the Phoenix Park; Outside the gates we used lie in the grass Making love outside Aras an Uachtarain. Often I wondered what de Valera would have thought Inside in his ivory tower If he knew that we were in his green, green grass Making love outside Aras an Uachtarain. Because the odd thing was - oh how odd it was - We both revered Irish patriots And we dreamed our dreams of a green, green flag Making love outside Aras an Uachtarain. But even had our names been Diarmaid and Grainne We doubted de Valera's approval For a poet's son and a judge's daughter Making love outside Aras an Uachtarain. I see him now in the heat-haze of the day Blindly stalking us down; And, levelling an ancient

rifle, he says, "Stop

Making love outside

Aras an Uachtarain."

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