Sweet Molly McGuire

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 Friday Fictioneers 


photo prompt:

100 words

Ah, Sweet Molly McGuire

I knew her well, lik.

(A bit too well,

if you know what I’m sayin’!)

 Molly was mad as a ditch,

doolally.

But we’d get snattered

all right.

Me muckers would say

I was just ridin’ out,

but they’re utter glunterpecks, lik.

They never knew Molly a bit.

She’d loan me a Joyce,

and I’d ask her go dollies.

With my Mol at my side,

I was jammy. 

 

What are you playing it?

Stop that strange talk!

You’re making a big spectacle!

Not only are you

not Irish a bit,

this pub is in Florida, fool!

 

©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

 

Thanks to  https://www.irishslang.info/ for the Irish slang!

Comments

  1. Neil MacDonaldDecember 18, 2021 at 1:49 AM

    What fun!

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  2. Keith's RamblingsDecember 18, 2021 at 8:54 AM

    I love this especially the lingo! It's obviously a rery realistiv Irish tavern! Well done .

    Here's mine!

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    1. LisaDecember 18, 2021 at 9:15 AM

      I couldn't resist when I read it's really in Florida!

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  3. Eugenia ParrishDecember 19, 2021 at 5:28 AM

    I love reading Irish english, and love hearing it even more. The last stanza is a hoot!

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  4. BillDecember 19, 2021 at 5:57 AM

    I am so impressed by this. Extremely well done.

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  5. Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsDecember 20, 2021 at 2:46 AM

    Dear Lisa,

    Love the dialogue. And yes, that pub is in Florida. The last line made me smile.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  6. Yellow TigerDecember 20, 2021 at 5:49 AM

    I absolutely totally love this - if somebody asks me to go dollies should I accept? I think I want to :)

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  7. JadeLiDecember 21, 2021 at 10:03 AM

    You had a lot of fun with this. It was a joy to read.

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