Paddy Two

If you cook with gas, turn the flame up, give it a blast, face like a stone, the way you love, is not worth coming home, silken ones who trap, think you're stuck, fall and collapse, they ring you like ghosts, roll in the muck, to stay at their posts, drink wine aghast, you’re no purling dove, attend a brief Mass, go on your own, consider them fluff, pick up your tomes, no one gets passed, without some crook, who says enough, Basta !!!! you'll need my luck.