If you lived here, in the Irish countryside, you'd wake up to moody skies…
But would walk into town anyway
You'd stop by your cheesemonger to pick up provisions for a picnic lunch.
And maybe a savory pie or two
Bypassing the grease of the Supermac's
You'd drive out on thin roads and wouldn't be petrified, because you'd be used to driving on the left.
You'd pass ridiculously happy cows.
And Shrek-style castles
You'd gape at all that rain-fed green grass.
And fight the temptation to run your fingers through it
You'd scope out picnic spots at the Cliffs of Moher.
But, think better of it
You'd finally find the perfect picnic spot.
And the perfect picnic rock
But then the rainclouds would roll in, fierce and low, and the waves would spray salt on your savory pie.
And, you'd have a nice lunch in your car.