The Angry Poet 
Clonmacnois. c. 1100

The hound
    Could never be called refined,
So push the tip of his nose
    Up the Master’s behind.

The Master
    May amend his scholarly air
If you screw the tip of his nose
    Up in the lackey’s rear.

The lackey
    Will have the chance of his life
If you stuff his nose in turn
    In the tail of the Master’s Wife.

The wife—
     Who is always sniffing around—
May sniff for the rest of her days
    Her nose in the tail of the hound.


Note: Supposed to be spoken by Feidlimid, a scholarly king-bishop of
Munster in the 9th century who plundered CIonmacnois—according to
Munster storytellers— in revenge for the treatment he received when he
went there as a poor scholar. More probably the authentic utterance of
a real poor scholar.

Source: Frank O'Connor; The Little Monasteries; Dublin; Dolmen
Press; 1963, 1976 (1976 ed.); p.15