A Belated Blooms Day

Lá Bhloom you punters, the river runs between dogsbody and whorecopse, past lowing cows and sheep bleating, under Paddy’s Dudley box, Jesuits’ twostonesthrow-to-sacoftaters, lashing the good Lord from the backsidepillory, warbride scalawags’ hock wages piebald to pike, moonfish, keep your cakehole shat, mums the ward, hawking seacords and ginrags in a sea of scurvy, Lá Bhloom you punters, heist a brownbottle swig to James, ponderoar of commodepot piddle and Liffey roil.