Thursday Special ~ On Being Irish

You think you sing very well.
You may not know the words, but that doesn’t stop you from singing.

You’re strangely poetic after a few beers.
You’re, therefore, poetic a lot.

You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are, but what you lack in talent, you make up for in frequency.
You have no idea how to make a long story short.

You spent a good portion of your childhood kneeling.
You wonder how you learned swear so very well?

Your sister will punch you because your brother punched her.
Some punches directed at you are legacies from past generations.

When you were young, much of your food was boiled.
“Irish Stew” is the euphemism for “boiled leftovers from the fridge.”

At least one of your cousins holds political office.
You are very good at playing a lot of very bad golf.

You are genetically incapable of keeping a secret. “By the way, did I tell you…..!”
Being Irish means… your attention span is so short that … oh, forget it.

You are, or know someone, named “Murphy”.



Thank you to Murph for this timely little number.

11 thoughts on “Thursday Special ~ On Being Irish

  1. Government Funded Blogger

    My mother was half Irish and she passed half those traits on to me particularly golf

    on some courses I have been classified as a

  2. Grannymar Post author

    Ramana – Glad you liked it.

    GFB – I never played golf, I never had an eye for a ball, so was sure to end up in the rough.

  3. Grannymar Post author

    Brighid – You can take the Irish out of Ireland, but never the Irish out of their hearts!

  4. Alice

    Oh my goodness! I didn’t realize I was so Irish! At least half of those apply to me, especially “no idea how to make a long story short,” nor comments I might add! 😆


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