French Casltle and Irish Bloold

Sometime

i'm

Asked where

I hail

from.

I say

''From a french

castle and

Irish bloold."

yet, besides me,

I'm

missunderstood.

They think

of me as,

a liar.

"AFRENCH CASTLE?

Why aren't you there?"

my tale I can

trace easliy

back to

the 1600's

 and a

bit before that.

Yet, the

Irish in me is not

as, well,

tame.

The Irish roots I have

envole

boxing, if you would.

And staving, and of

course

'tis ol potatoes

that I hate.

Back to the french,

we oved back with

the first Settlers.

My, Uncel Raymond,

was Fench Born,

but Britsh trained.

He fought agisnt

his own

in a blooldy war.

After that,

we become slave owenrs.

How dreadful!

And that is my friends,

a tale of

a nation,

and of my

backround!

The End

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