Penguinness Part 2

Penguinness part II

I searched the seas and searched the land

For once to see the Guinness man

The man who named me white head or hill

Was is Schwarzkopf or Kaiser Bill?

Then I came to the Emerald Sea 

Where the crests were like green gems

And the mermaids laid down

For to lure the sailors

Where whispers were of ghosts

And folk’s tall tales tailored

To that eerie land of fairies posts

That Ireland

And there alighting near a seaward brook

I flapped my wings once around me look

This must be the home of all Penguinness

I must find the source of the river of Black and whiteness

The ones who found me

Must here reside

Cautious ground be cautious bride

For once we’re married we’ll never be untied

Audacious ground speed of a nautilus tide

I came to little home on the Limerick side

Where the poet’s roam, the wine foams and wild horses ride

To west town, and giant’s rock upon the shore

And drank from a shuttle cock, had an ounce of Bernard Shaw

Gambled with lounge room lizards

Flaunted my winnings and almost lost my Penguin Pride

They all drank whisky on the southern side

Its colour was golden I must confide

And so I rode straight away

On a cart going North

The Dubliner’s way

And there in the country of Castles and Rocks

I found the ruins of old Penguinness like discarded frocks

All rag tag and untidy Tatterdemalion

Felt I’d learnt the lingo like I was Pygmalion

Though the scenery had changed from black and white

The set had rearranged to Technicolor bright

I was left in a world without form, far away

I feared Ireland had turned into a land made of grey

And all I could do

Like the old woman in a shoe

Was sit and await fate

So I went into a pub and pulled up a pew

This place was like those I’d seen before

With locals jabbering jokes

At Yokels and bar broads

Interesting folks and some bores

And staying on the line

All neat and proper

Was a Priest looking fine

With a less than straight copper

I said to them have you seen the black and whiteness?

They looked a gasp, with their teeth so shiny white

With the uniforms of their Professions which they wore like a shield

But underneath they were so grey

Their guise only ran skin deep

I had better ask in a field say they

Why not ask the sheep?

Than bother Prim and Proper folk such as ourselves

One a man of the cloth the other a copper

Made of iron by criminals

So I looked to the corner and could hardly believe

A little old man who wore the green sleeves

He looked to me like one of Santa’s elves

But he appeared like the Trinity having all of three selves

He said I am Shamrock Sam pleased to meet you

I said do you know Penguinness?

He said I have a treat for you

Then he revealed,

What his sleeves had concealed

A pint like a Penguin, I felt like I’d been healed

He said you were colour blind and now you can see

That Penguinness is Guinness that starts with a Pe

And I added an ‘n’

He said when you put Pen to paper

You put your head on your tail

And your tale in the end

So that was how I came to find the Pint

A Welshman had discovered Penguins

With an Irish Hint

He named them white heads after the Guinness

And to this day we put Welsh coal in the snowman

To show that black and whiteness is the vision

Of an Irish and a Welshman

An Irishman a Welshman an a Penguin walk into a pub

And order a Guinness

That is the end, it was no joke