Lá Bhloom

Lá Bhloom you punters, the river runs between dogsbody and whorecopse, past lowing cows and sheep bleating, under Paddy’s Dudley box, Jesuits’ lashing the good Lord from the backsidepillory, warbride scalawags’ hock wages piebald to pike, moonfish shat, mums the ward, hawking seacords and ginrags in a sea of scurvy, Lá Bhloom you punters, heist a brownbottle swig to James, ponderoar of commode piddle and Liffey.