Escaping early morning
While the fam enjoyed their slumber
We sought historic sanctuary
With only two in number
First it was at Christ Church
Where Vikings Christ adored
Now Strongbow here lies peacefully
As a proper English Lord
The crypt containing treasures
And mummified remains
(And also gift shop tchotchkes,
to the echoes of prayer refrains.)
Next, to old Whitefriar
We met Saint Valentine
Asking Jesus to bless our Love
With His own Love divine
For lunch, the house of Gallagher
For boxty, many ways
As Temple Bar was waking
From the drink of yesterdays
Then back to join as family
Where modern shops abound
To celebrate together
At all the deals we’d found
We smiled at Flying Tiger
And what else was euro trending
Then tasted Butler’s chocolate
Before our day was ending
(Here seems a good reminder
As each day to next flowed
Every time we drove somewhere
From wrong side of the road.)
words from wick 