Irish Lass

Never to before, to be sure, to be sure, to come across an Irish lass,
Who's craic is good, and laugh is cute, she purely is top class,
With savage intent to grasp her feek, she'll render your desired heart,
A fierce want to get the shift, a yoke to make you never part,
Hurley, Gaelic, Rugby, Sport, she'll drop you like a spud,
Beauty from head to toe, she looks hot in the nud,
Never to want a wooden spoon to come across her path,
A fiery temper when pissed off, be sure to avoid her wrath,
From on the doss, to top of class, brings pride to say the least,
A jar of beer, odd in name, drunk she'll have you creased,
A smile is what I hope to get, with this here sunny day,
And a small brief moment, where your stress will go away