What's In A Name?

So, my sister went to a poetry reading this weekend and ended up talking with an Irish poet. This native of the ould sod asked my sister what her name was and she, of course, replied, "Tara Shannon."

His reaction to this bit of information was something like, "Jezz, why didn't your mother just call you Ireland? The only thing worse would be if she had named you Colleen."

My sister, suppressing her laughter, said, "That's my sister's name."

Then they both roared with laughter. So did I when my sister told me this story.