CailínBeag
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Write a poem about how the experience made you feel and and we’ll consider you officially a lost cause!
Thread Entwined in Doolin
I wore a cardigan
It was made of thread
It will connect us
Until long after we're dead.
Beo go deo, ar mhuin na muice,
The fibres are cosy, bank balance sick,
All to fund Garrihy and her schtick.
I'm writing a poem to post on Tattle,
Procrastinating work is an ongoing battle,
But the cardigan in a dashing sea green,
Reminds me of rolling waves crashing on the Cliffs of Dooneen.
Inis, Inis dom. You don't have to tell me,
Most of ye wouldn't wear it if it was free.
The wool has a pull around my family
First for my mother, and now for me,
we'll sit and admire nature in perfect harmony.
I'll post it to insta, she'll tag me on feed... these influencers are a different breed.
And then at night, I'll cosy up to bed
in an expensive nightie
and a scrunchie on my head.
Beo, take my money, I'll buy myself some socks
and as my bank balance fell
I'll tell myself "Sleep Well".
Guys I'll post a breathy recording of this with some Doolin scenery and will post on my insta later xo