The Queen of Tarts,
She won our hearts
With cookies, pies and cake.
The Knave of Tarts,
Did slay our hearts,
And tossed them in the lake!
Photo and poem © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
A place of magic, a place of joy
The theatre is to girl and boy,
Parent and cousin, all kith and kin—
Come, the story’s about to begin!
Photo and poem © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
If I were a seagull
Where the Liffey flows,
I would seek a nesting place
Red as any rose;
Signs across the river,
One of them will do—
There I’ll find a resting place,
There I’ll hide from you!
Photo and poem © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Sandwich board man on a busy Dublin, Ireland street
If your tummy's empty,
Filling's what you need;
Try an Irish breakfast,
You'll feel good indeed!
Photo and poem © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
