An Irish Nightmare

An Irish Nightmare

Thirty three thieves thickly thought,

Of the thousands that they would thwart.

Thereafter they thoroughly theorised,

Of the thrill that they therefore thrived.

The theft from thimble to throne,

Thwarting all with thrust and throw.

Those thugs through the thistles thundered,

Thrashing the thickening thorns thereunder.

Then those thieves, in the throes of thirst,

Thieved the thermos from their third;

The third thief thrashed the thirteenth thug,

Thumping the thirteenth thief a thorough thud.

The third thief was thereby throttled, although,

He threw his thumb at the thirty third throat.

In the throes of thumps, that thatch of thieves,

Got thwarted in the thicket, in throes of threes.

Those thwarted thieves, now thoroughly thin,

Those thirty three stuck thickly forever therein.

By J. Barrett