Category: Slapdash

Gingers

Divil a bit wrong with the gingers Nare a bit. Nothing at all All’a yiz all are just jealous Jealous and petty and small When you laugh up your sleeve in delusion Well it’s just that you don’t understand Some other half-shilling was laughing And it looked like the lay of the land Shur you’d

Hay baldy..!

There are no two ways about it; I’ve started to go bald I’m saddened and I’m sickened, I’m mournful and appalled At first I didn’t notice and sure ignorance is bliss But recently my friends have found the need to take the piss

My Uncle’s Datsun Cherry

My uncle’s Datsun Cherry was a marvel to behold For every journeys gambit brought adventure to the fold Back then its grim arrival meant I’d instantly loose hope My poor teenage indignation found it very hard to cope

The Grotto

It was built before my gran-aunt could remember Two and a bit fields in off the road Freshly white-washed now in late September And readied for what winter might offload