With Saint Patrick’s Day rapidly approaching, I thought I would get the ball rolling with a new poem.. The story of the title is a bit amusing, at least I thought so, but here it is in any event. One afternoon as I was driving to work on route I-95 north in Waltham, Mass. I spotted a contractor’s truck that advertised granite and marble counter tops etc., and the name of the company was… Yeah, you guessed it “Gerrity Stone” and that got the old mind working, and here is the result.
I do hope that you will enjoy it and that you have a wonderful St. Paddy’s Day.
Jake.
I’ll drink to that!
The Gerrity Stone
Now it’s been well told
of the “Blarney”
but that rock
it stands not alone,
but tis sure you’ll not
be so eloquent
should you kiss of
the “Gerrity Stone”!
*
You’ll need not to hang
by heel or by toe
nor lay upon
mystical ground,
but merely stub your toe
upon it
and it’s the devil’s tongue
to be found!
*
In a language far
from the charmin’
and in words surely not
of your own,
you will loudly express
and crudely profess
your curse on
that “Gerrity Stone”!
***
Jack Downing
Dec. 2013
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At your age I thought you’d be writing about geriatric stone.
haaaaa haaaaa haaaa, now that’s rich..Or maybe kidney stones, or gall stones.. Speaking of the latter, do Frenchman get “gaul” stones? And Englishmen get “steak and kidney pie stones”?