Wednesday 25 December 2013
Christmas Day
At last Christmas morning is here,
And I'm wondering as lunchtime draws near,
Watching all of the people,
Being drawn to the steeple,
Is it really too early for beer?
Merry Christmas everyone!
© Julian Rixon 2013
Monday 16 December 2013
Hunter's Moon
How I love to see sun in the sky,
And to watch all the birdies go fly,
Then the moon comes along,
And they bring out the bong,
Cos the Cork people love to get high!
© Julian Rixon 2013
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Monday 9 December 2013
Smiley Face
Or quite patiently never reviles,
He cannot be blamed,
His ways can't be tamed,
For he may be afflicted with piles!
© Julian Rixon 2013
Friday 6 December 2013
It Never Snows in Cork
I was told that Cork never sees snow,
Then it snowed - folk said, "Oh! What a blow!"
We thought it was light,
But then overnight,
It all settled - that'll teach 'em so!
How I laughed as the snow fell much faster,
And the RSA* tried to be master,
Of the bad situation,
Of no one's creation...
No denying a total disaster!
As the cars all ground to a halt,
And the grit ran out in the assault,
The snow took control,
And the ice took its toll,
Such a winter could cause a revolt!
To travel through snowdrifts, of course,
You need something good like a horse,
The phone lines were down,
So I said with a frown,
We'd be better off if we knew Morse!
The lessons to learn were quite clear,
As we sat in the snowdrifts that year,
Never say 'never',
It cannot be clever,
Being stranded in snow - oh dear!
© Julian Rixon 2013
*RSA is the Road Safety Authority in Ireland
Tuesday 3 December 2013
Dog Walking for Dummies
I came across quite a big log,
I tried to go round,
Then I heard quite a sound -
We'd uncovered a secretive snog!
© Julian Rixon 2013
Labels:
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Monday 2 December 2013
How An Irishman Loves to Talk
I don't want to kick up a fuss,
But an Irishman likes talking thus,
He'll blaspheme and curse,
And 'feck' and much worse,
Oh, an Irishman does love to cuss!
© Julian Rixon 2013
Labels:
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