Reminds me, Allan Conn, of a Saint Patrick's Day card, I created in about 1978 or so...
The cover was a stern looking St. Patrick, and the poem on the cover began:
- Saint Patrick came to Ireland, our heathen snakes to slay...
Then inside the card was a fairie in an easter lilly looking terrified and the rest of the poem:
But the gob-shite Saxon bastard drove our feirie folk away, While the RUC arn't missing, and Paisly's alive and sinning, it's our croppy boys who lie benieth the Liffy's swell today.
Ah, well, call you what you will, I care not a witt,