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November 3, 2012

Crowd-sourcing racist children’s poetry

Filed under: blogging — danylmc @ 9:05 am

This is one of my daughter’s stuffed toys. The official name for the products is something like ‘Mr Snuggle-bunny’, but my name for him/her/it is ‘The Irish Grim Reaper.’

The Irish Grim-Reaper has a song (naturally), and the first verse goes:

Oh I’m the Irish Grim Reaper

I dance a little jig as I slay

But I’ll let you live

If you pay me one pig

I’ll skip home and drink whiskey all day

But I’m struggling with the second verse. I think it starts out:

Oh I’m the Irish Grim Reaper

I’ve potato stains on my grim robe

I’m not sure what’s next. Something about mud on his scythe? Help a blogger out and submit your verses in the comments.

 

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21 Comments »

  1. no.

    Comment by alex — November 3, 2012 @ 9:19 am

  2. Oh Im the Irish Grim Reaper
    I come from ould County Killarney
    I carry a scythe
    And a vegetable knife
    Ye’ll shudder to hear my grim blarney

    A.

    Comment by antoine — November 3, 2012 @ 9:20 am

  3. If it’s Irish, the song has to be a limerick.

    The Irish Grim Reaper has clothes
    With potato stains right to the toes
    Drinks whiskey all day
    A pig you must pay
    The rest of this rhyme simply blows

    Comment by Ben Wilson — November 3, 2012 @ 9:23 am

  4. Oh I’m the Irish Grim Reaper
    I’ve potato stains on my grim robe
    But it’s your kidneys I’ll fry
    Save the suet for pie
    And garnish it with an earlobe

    Comment by Adam — November 3, 2012 @ 10:17 am

  5. Oh I’m the Irish Grim Reaper
    My grim robe’s a potato-stained mess
    It’s to me that you pray
    Come St Patrick’s day
    For a cure for the Irishness

    Comment by Joe W — November 3, 2012 @ 10:58 am

  6. Oh, I’m the Irish Grim Reaper
    I’ve potato stains on my grim robe
    That I stole from a priest
    Who I mixed up with yeast
    And daily spread on my toast

    Comment by Gregor W — November 3, 2012 @ 10:58 am

  7. Great stuff guys. Now, if I can find my whetstone and get my hooded robe back from the cleaners on time this will be the best children’s party ever.

    Comment by danylmc — November 3, 2012 @ 11:10 am

  8. The first couple of lines in the first verse don’t scan properly … they should be something like:
    “Oh, I’m the Irish grim reaper,
    I dance me a jig as I slay …”

    As for a second verse:
    “Oh, I’m the Irish grim reaper,
    I’ve potatay stains on me robe,
    I gut with my knife
    And beat up my wife
    In me dirty, peat-bog abode.”

    Hey … if you’re going to traffic in ethnic stereotypes then you need to be all in or nothing. And I assume we’re dealing with Catholics here, right?

    Comment by Andrew Geddis — November 3, 2012 @ 12:32 pm

  9. Geddis wins.

    Comment by nw — November 3, 2012 @ 12:38 pm

  10. Thaks, nw … but being born in Belfast from low-Scots heritage, I’ve a genetic and cultural advantage in this contest.

    Comment by Andrew Geddis — November 3, 2012 @ 12:43 pm

  11. Doesn’t it need a tune?

    Comment by Stephen Doyle — November 3, 2012 @ 1:20 pm

  12. Oh I’m the Irish Grim Reaper

    I’ve potato stains on my robe

    My merry wee laugh

    Will come from the dark

    As I hunt you within your own home

    (Sweet dreams, girls and boys)

    Comment by Ataahua — November 3, 2012 @ 3:10 pm

  13. I’m confused. Is this not Hekia Parata’s latest press release?

    Comment by TerryB — November 3, 2012 @ 4:59 pm

  14. Do it in Haiku- courtesy Haiku Generator:

    Merciful Irish
    Killing its potato
    reaping for reaper

    Comment by gn35 — November 3, 2012 @ 8:22 pm

  15. Oh I’m the Irish Grim Reaper

    I’ve potato stains on my robe

    But the mud on my scythe
    Is really blood on my scythe
    Now I’m off to sing songs with the pogues

    Comment by insider — November 3, 2012 @ 8:54 pm

  16. I’ve gone for a slightly modified version of Andrew’s (which scans when I sing it in my terrible Irish accent).

    Oh I’m the Irish Grim Reaper
    I’ve potaty stains on my grim robe
    I gut with my scythe
    Then beat me dear wife
    Back home in my peat-bog abode

    I think it’s brilliant. The staff at the VUW creche have no sense of humour.

    Comment by danylmc — November 5, 2012 @ 9:23 am

  17. Imagine their reaction when you tell them you bottle feed…

    Comment by insider — November 5, 2012 @ 9:40 am

  18. The staff at the VUW creche have no sense of humour.

    Them and everyone else in the ECE sector.

    Comment by Psycho Milt — November 5, 2012 @ 10:11 am

  19. Oh I’m the Irish Grim Reaper
    On potatoes and Guiness I feast
    I’m always half cut
    with a pain in my but
    from where I got touched by a priest

    Comment by King Kong — November 5, 2012 @ 12:39 pm

  20. “I’ve gone for a slightly modified version of Andrew’s (which scans when I sing it in my terrible Irish accent)”

    I assume a royalty cheque will be forwarded every time you feel the need to scar your daughter’s tender wee mind?

    Comment by Andrew Geddis — November 5, 2012 @ 1:09 pm

  21. I assume a royalty cheque will be forwarded every time you feel the need to scar your daughter’s tender wee mind?

    I’ll give you points on the Irish Grim Reaper animation and theme park rights.

    Comment by danylmc — November 5, 2012 @ 1:43 pm


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