Micks Poems - Poems about Micks

...One for my comfy onesie, a word not invented yet in 1953. Two twins – me and my sis against the world Three favorite foods now are mashed potatoes, corn and chili beans Four times the fun when our......

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...He walked up Mill Street past the Foundry, That citadel across from Nailers Row. With eight kids and their mother as dependents, He earned the pay that brought the bacon home. An immigrant, he ......

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...and some luck leaving behind the potato famine blight that disrupted their Irish lives with their small suitcases arriving here as husband and wife Their Irish brogue was probably endearing and very thick as the Ellis Island inspectors inspected all the "Micks" more than likely they had to talk slow so Americans could understand gradually assimilating and talking like folks from Long Island I wonder how it felt when they sailed into New York har......

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...It’s time, by now, we did away with nations. I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag, This jingo jag has now become a drag. Those puerile patriotic palpitations had meaning only when we lived ......

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...This is the best beer I've ever had.  Yes, The best beer I've ever had.  No beer is really bad, but  This is the best beer I’ve ever had.   Beer’s invention was accidental I’m told.  Something about......

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