The Irish Gentleman
Such a gentleman, with a tip of his cap.
His words glow warmly, like the hearth
On a cold winter’s night. Let me sip
That hot cocoa whilst I read thy words,
For what comes to mind, when I read thy
Prose, are those romantic winter nights
Just after a snowball fight. Ruddy cheeks
And noses, Eskimo Kiss! An Irish
Gentleman, whose words flow like a
Delectable Crème only the Irish know
How to culture into being. Intoxicating,
Like that of the finest perfumes, one
That lingers within the senses to
Bring forth smiling whispers of Love.
(c) 2003 A Riddle
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