Soon after our Boston midnight flight
We seek an Irish morning meal
Blood sausage and eggs, what a sight
And we eat with quite some zeal.
Very soon to Dalkey we train
To visit a friend and relish the sun,
As we walk up and down costal terrain
We feel this day can’t be outdone.
Fish and chips, bangers and mash
Continues the tour de local cuisine.
In day one, we make quite the splash
And we finish in Dublin’s bar scene.