Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
May the devil write your obituary in weasel’s piss. –old Irish curse
Hold on — how did that get there? Either the devil made me do it, or me computer is up to no good (which wouldn’t be the first time). To be sure, me fine lads and lassies, this post is about curses in verses, but a curse alone does not a poem make. As for that derelict curse above, there are no weasels in Ireland unless you count the sloat (which is often mistaken for a weasel) or the lowly human (which often acts like a weasel, but technically is not).
Be that as it may, I haven’t got all (St. Patrick’s) day, so let’s get on with it. Here is a cultivated selection of VERSES WITH CURSES which, not least among its Hibernian virtues, could serve to show America’s petulant President how to insult his inferiors with a bit more savoir fairy (class, in plain English) than is typical in his limited vocabulary:
THE CURSE by John Millington Synge
Lord, confound this surly sister,
Blight her brow with blotch and blister,
Cramp her larynx, lung, and liver,
In her guts a galling give her.
Let her live to earn her dinners
In Mountjoy with seedy sinners:
Lord, this judgment quickly bring,
And I’m your servant, J. M. Synge.
from THE CURSE OF DONERAILE by Patrick O’Kelly
Alas! how dismal is my tale,
I lost my watch in Doneraile.
My Dublin watch, my chain and seal,
Pilfered at once in Doneraile.
May Fire and Brimstone never fail,
To fall in showers on Doneraile.
May all the leading fiends assail
The thieving town of Doneraile,
As lightnings flash across the vale,
So down to Hell with Doneraile.
The fate of Pompey at Pharsale,
Be that the curse of Doneraile.
May beef, or mutton, lamb or veal
Be never found in Doneraile,
But garlic soup and scurvy kale
Be still the food of Doneraile.
And forward as the creeping snail,
Th’ industry be, of Doneraile.
May ev’ry churn and milking pail
Fall dry to staves in Doneraile.
May cold and hunger still congeal
The stagnant blood of Doneraile.
May ev’ry hour new woes reveal
That Hell reserves for Doneraile.
May ev’ry chosen ill prevail
O’er all the imps of Doneraile.
May not one prayer or wish avail
To sooth the woes of Doneraile.
May the Inquisition straight impale
The rapparees of Doneraile.
May curse of Sodom now prevail
And sink to ashes Doneraile.
May Charon’s Boat triumphant sail
Completely manned from Doneraile.
Oh! may my couplets never fail
To find new curse for Doneraile.
And may grim Pluto’s inner jail
Forever groan with Doneraile.
RIGHTEOUS ANGER by James Stephens
The lanky hank of a she over there
Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:
May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair,
And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year.
That parboiled imp, with the hardest jaw you will see
On virtue’s path, and a voice that would rasp the dead,
Came roaring and raging the minute she looked on me,
And threw me out of the house on the back of my head!
If I asked her master, he’d give me a cask a day;
But she, with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange!
May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten, and may
The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange.
THE CURSE OF NOT BEING IRISH by mister O’muse
And so we can see, Donald T.,
What the problem may well be:
In your entire immigrant ancestry,
Of Irish blood, you’re entirely free.
But on St. Patrick’s Day, luckily,
Every man is an Irishman, glory be!
So depart for today from your family tree,
Uproot this curse, branch out, and be free!
From ass act to class act, verily
This very day, you can transformed be….
Therefore, by virtue of the Irish in me,
I dub thee, please God, President Donald O’T.
Notes To Ponder 2:14 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
Most excellent. 🙂
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mistermuse 12:07 pm on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
Thank you for that Most excellent comment! 😉
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obbverse 3:03 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
Enjoyed the wordplay muchly. May I add an offering on Peter Pan?
See Ya Late-
Pity poor pre-adolescent Peter Pan,
Never fated to become a full grown man-
Sadly remembered as a smart-mouthed juvenile,
NOW he’d say ‘kids, don’t ever bait the crocodile.”
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mistermuse 8:54 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
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Rivergirl 7:15 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
“I’m not young enough to know everything” is a wonderful quote!
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mistermuse 8:56 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
As for me, I’m not Trumpian enough to know everything!
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Rivergirl 11:35 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink
Few of us are.
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magickmermaid 10:34 am on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
Thanks, MisterMuse! I wish everyone would follow my suggestions so readily. 😀
Yet another reason why I don’t have a webcam. All and sundry would have seen me hopping around the livingroom to the Fats Waller tune! If he can’t make you dance, no one will!
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mistermuse 12:02 pm on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
You’re very welcome, mm. Any friend of Fats is a friend of mine! 😉
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Rosaliene Bacchus 3:13 pm on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
Love them all, MisterMuse, especially “The Faux Pas of Positive Thinking” 🙂
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mistermuse 3:36 pm on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
Likewise, Rosaliene. I was kind of partial to “Know Weigh Hose Say”….but when José say “No way!”, I changed my mind.
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annieasksyou 11:11 pm on September 10, 2020 Permalink |
When magickmermaid, the Siren
Called mistermuse to play
The result was a fun environ
So, “yes way,” I say.
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mistermuse 12:47 am on September 11, 2020 Permalink |
I didn’t know you’re a poet —
Or should I say, a poetess.,,,
But any way you weigh it,
You’re no damsel in distress.
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calmkate 2:14 am on September 11, 2020 Permalink |
very clever … I’m sure I’ve asked for more overtime … guess I dont have the magic touch!
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mistermuse 8:37 am on September 11, 2020 Permalink |
Hopefully you’ll develop “the magic touch” over time, Kate. 😉
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calmkate 3:17 pm on September 11, 2020 Permalink
lol as a realist that could be tricky!
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Elizabeth 4:56 pm on September 12, 2020 Permalink |
I am not sure if I like the first one best or not. Better not be sure!
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mistermuse 6:09 pm on September 12, 2020 Permalink |
I’m not sure how to respond to that, Elizabeth — but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. 😉
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masercot 8:45 am on September 14, 2020 Permalink |
The outcome is most obscure
unless I’m sure
When my confidence is at its height
I probably haven’t done anything right…
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mistermuse 11:42 am on September 14, 2020 Permalink |
Compared to Trump,
you’re ahead of the game —
he NEVER does anything right
and he’s never ever to blame.
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masercot 11:44 am on September 14, 2020 Permalink |
You French have beaten me, again!
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arekhill1 10:32 am on September 15, 2020 Permalink |
If there ever was a year that reality got in touch, it’s this one, Sr. Muse.
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mistermuse 3:49 pm on September 15, 2020 Permalink |
I fear the worst of the year is yet to come after Nov. 3, no matter the election results.
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Ana Daksina 11:41 pm on October 5, 2020 Permalink |
Really is as really does, so I’m really glad I’m not really sure that I’m real. But here’s some reassurance anyway, for ya: “There, there, dear…” 🤤
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