I McSorley Need a Poet

For the Beach Barn Poets and Poets Everywhere

(With an Irish jig in mind)

I McSorley need a poet to chase away my ill.
I McSorley need a poet to chase away my ill.
My ink's gone dry.  And I can't cry.
I've had to even stop askin' why.
I McSorley need a poet to chase away my ill.

But if I find no poet, I'll settle for an ale.
But if I find no poet, I'll settle for an ale.
Bring me two.  That's a good lad, Stu.
And bring two more, just to make darned sure.
'Cause if I find no poet, I'll settle for an ale.

Would ya look at that!  The poets are throwin' back a few.
Would ya look at that!  The poets are throwin' back a few.
They're spewing verse like cummings did way back in the day.
Would ya look at that!  The poets are throwin' back a few.

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