An Irish Vibe Poem by Bhartesh Kaushik

It may sound like an Irish Vibe,
when I woke up in a nightmare by the time;
the road was red and Rose was black,
my navigator broke I lost my track;
the grass was blue and the sky was green,
I got plenty of chocolates in my jeans;
I never thought harbinger sings so sweet,
I wonder where is the tattoo on your feet.
You're my lagniappe alluring woman
My alluring woman

I got my hair done from an Irish barber,
He tricked me for no reason he came out to be a farmer;
He shaved my head and made me bald,
He was the first Irish not to be palled;
Christopher found the place where he lived,
It wasn't easy as he was disguised;
Hobbiton was dancing with Hobbit in whiskey snow,
I don't know what it meant before the Gandalf show.
It may sound like an Irish Vibe;
When I woke up in a Nightmare by the time.

My pen fell down my Nightmare gone,
I dreamt of a woman that I never won;
I never saw an elegant ingénue like you,
It was like a question of false and true;
I was left with nothing to regret,
It was guaranteed a dream I can bet;
By the time leaves started to shred,
The road was black and the rose was red.
you're my lagniappe alluring woman
My alluring woman.