Leigh anois go curamach: Our favourite Facebook group produces patriotic poem

Our favourite Facebook group has produced a patriotic poem that will bring a tear to your eye.

‘Oh my god what a complete Aisling’ has had its finger on the pulse of modern day Ireland since it's creation.

Aidan Strangeman called on the group’s members to contribute to a poetry experiment and included all lines that had ten likes or more on the page.

The result is phenomenal.

For those of you who are not members of this prestigious online gathering of Irish folk, I have copied the final result below.

We salute you OMGWACA members, you hold more power than you know.

IRELAND IS

(written by the members of OMGWACA)

"Leigh anois go curamach, ar do chuid phaipear, na treoreacha,

agus na gceisteanna, a ghabann le chuid na Nollaig.

BOOOOP."

Ireland is fluent in Irish,

as long it's just two people asking to go to the loo.

Ireland is a Memmeh shouting

"Close the door, you're letting the heat out"

every time you walked in or out of a room.

Ireland is a Deddeh who can't say how much he misses you.

Where it rains in the front garden,

but it's a rainbow out the back

Beautiful, but terrible at handling her cash

Ireland is a press, full of plastic bags

Ireland is a family, walking in for a chat...

...when you're sleeping next to your shocked foreign spouse

and you're not really sure if you're going out or "out out"?

It's a seven letter word but no use in Scrabble,

(as it's a proper noun.)

It's an anagram of "dire anal"

(if you add in an "A", and wash out your filthy mouth!)

It's bacon, it's cabbage, it's acting the maggot

It's the official home of rainbow marriage

And also the home of chicken fillet rolls

Where warms hearts send blood to numb toes

while we listen to the death notices on our radios

and give single finger waves on country roads.

Where a hug means you're safe now, you're home,

or "home home."

It's a woman whose body and choices are not her own

It's a fictional priest with a quote for every occasion

Where atheists baptise children, so they can get an education

Ireland is midnight mass at 9 o' clock

It's opening a Roses' tin to find it's a sewing box

Where Craic is good and Bold is bad.

A place you're allowed slag off if you're Irish,

but woe betide anyone else who slags.

It's thousands of people on a Facebook forum

taking the piss out of themselves

Where the wit is dry but the weather is wet

Ireland is agreeing, except on the "in" breath

(you know, like, "yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah...")

Ireland is moist.

It's a land where rain defies the laws of physics

Where loving yourself is seen as being too big for your boots,

contributing to crippling mental illness.

a soggy little rock, onto which our dreams cling like limpets

Where every child of any faith is welcome to come along and be Catholic

Where "Pennys" is an acceptable response to a compliment on your outfit

Ireland is a Tayto sandwich

Ireland puts clothes on the line in November

because using the tumble dryer would be fierce extravagance altogether!

It's a damp-eyed tune with a wooden spoon

and worrying about that person you gave directions to

where "few naggins?" is the answer to all problems

Ireland is home, even for yer wan who is "forrin"

A mam waking ya up saying it's 8am when it's only 7.15

A Mammy offering you a sandwich

even though she's not your Mammy.

Ireland is my home, my heart and my blood.

and Memmeh not answering the phone to about 10 calls

then having a conniption when you miss one!

Ireland is not using the good room

GAA in September, no drinks in November

Where a potato in a suit is a national treasure

It's the squint on a loch against the cold autumn sun

and the fog of glorious stories condensing on the pub's

window pane

it's easy to leave, but impossible to escape

Ireland is thanking the bus driver for getting us there, safe.

Ireland is where NO UNNECESSARY JOURNEYS should take place!

Ireland is a box of fancy biscuits no one is allowed to eat, just in case

Ireland is like your mother, it drives you mad but you love it.

And thinking that stuff people from literally every country do is uniquely Irish

(even though everybody does it)

Ireland is green fields, Ireland is laughter.

Ireland is politicially a disaster

When your Memmeh says "We're not made of money"

as an answer to almost everything

(even though the answer is usually Sudocrem.)

Ireland is cutting the garden because the neighbours did theirs.

Your Memmeh saying ''tis far from

(insert notiony, notion thing here) ye were reared'

every time you express an idea that's not her's.

Ireland is the tinny sound of Mícheál Ó Muircheartaigh

rattling through the wireless on a Sunday in late September

Ireland is giving directions by describing a pub

Ireland is stuck between Brexit and Trump

And yet, a story so big mere borders cannot contain her

and she's told around the world by her daughters and her sons

Ireland is a street where people sleep under Christmas Lights.

Ireland is solving the entire world's problems a cup of tay at a time

Ireland is not being able to say goodbye...

"okay, Bye now, bye, bye, ok , I'll see you later, bye, bye, byeeeee, bye, bye..."