Irish Curse Poem

Why you tiny wench

You gossip and sneer

May you melt off earth like snow off a ditch

You steal, but act innocent like a deer

May you have an awful itch, you conniving snitch

I know you can hear me crystal clear,

So may you be rejected like a businessman's first pitch

I wonder why you don't have one real peer, 

So you have nowhere to go like an unwanted finch

I guess I will let you have one last tear