Do things such as the following meet the requirements?
SUNG TO THE TUNE OF " GALWAY BAY"
Maybe someday I'll go back to Ireland
If only when the wife has passed away
God knows the way she used to nag me
She has a mouth as big as Galway Bay..
See her drinking 16 pints of Arthur Guinness
And then her walking home without a sway
If the sea were beer instead of salty water
She would live and die in Galway Bay..
See her sitting at the bar in Paddy Murphey's
And when the barkeep says,"It's time to go."
She would not stop to answer him in Gaelic
But a language that the clergy do not know.
Her face is like a pork chop cut in pieces,
Her hair is like a rick of last years hay,
Her nose is like a light house out in Claddagh
That guides the sailors into Galway Bay.
On her back she has tattooed the map of Ireland,
And when she takes her bath on Saturday,
When she rubs the Ivory soap down by Claddagh
You can see the suds roll into Galway Bay...