Diary of Dionysus

Baggot Street

By Fiona Sherlock Did Paddy Kavanagh ever write a poem on a Monday? My grandaunt told of how filthy his collar was, Propped up the bar in the Hibernian Club, There but for the grace of his lines. A crème de menth for a quote, A pint of stout for a story A currency lost … Continue reading Baggot Street