In honour of World Poetry Day, a little poem inspired by Cork:
The City of Cork.
The River Lee, as she flowed to the sea,
couldn't decide on which side to be.
So she split down the middle to flow for a while
in two seperate channels for roughly a mile.
And as she rejoined, she turned to look
at what had happened to the path she had took.
And, lo and behold, on the island she'd made,
a city had grown of a rebelious shade.
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