I read this poem in my school book called Painless Poetry by Mary Elizabeth. The poem was writen by J.M. Synge after the sister of a man he considered to be his enemy critisized one of his plays. Mount joy is a prison in Dublin:

Lord confound this surly sister,
Blight her brow with blotch and blister,
Cramp her larynx, lung and liver,
In her guts a golling give her.
Let her live to earn her dinners
In Mountjoy with seedy sinners:
Lord this judgment quickly bring,
And i'm your servant, J. M. Synge

Can you imagin the shock that the lady the poem was writen about felt at being talked about that way? I would blow my top if someone wrote that about me! It makes you wonder what J. M. Synge was like! I certainly wouldn't like to meet him.
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