Instead of all the dubious displays
Of “Irishness” that make St. Pat’s a bore
I’d much prefer to celebrate the plays
And other works that hail from Erin’s shores.
We shall arise and go to Innisfree,
Then take a wake in Dublin, thoughts awhirl,
Await Gogo and Didi’s absentee,
And lose the playboy of the western world.
And at the call of Susan’s hunting horn,
Duck slippers hurled by angry protégée,
Consider the nutrition of newborns,
And muffins in an agitated way.
A treasure beyond emeralds and gold
Are stories by an Irish writer told.
William Butler Yeats, “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”
James Joyce, “Ulysses”
Samuel Beckett, “Waiting for Godot”
John Millington Synge, “The Playboy of the Western World”
C.S. Lewis, “The Chronicles of Narnia”
George Bernard Shaw, “Pygmalion”
Jonathan Swift, “A Modest Proposal”
Oscar Wilde, “The Importance of Being Earnest”