Dublin Statues 3rd January 2015
The Floozy in the Jacuzzi
Was a breath of air to see?
And dear old Molly Malone
Is in the place where she should be
Old Parnell has stood his ground
Through the troubles in the past
But poor old Admiral Nelson
His reign it didn’t last
For they stuck jelly up his jacksy
And he was blown to kingdom come
Old Dublin never looked the same
By the monument to come
For they put something in his place
That resembled a big needle
With a light upon the top of it
That shines away quite feeble
The architect that created it Should be stuck up on the top
To prevent him creating anymore
As this one is a flop
James Larkin is a welcome sight
With his hands held up on high
Still advising to fight for right
And don’t let our Country die
Joyce he stands in North Earl Street
Looking oh so very slick
If only he knew what his nickname is
The prick there with the stick
The “Ace with the Base”
Is immortalised with his guitar
Bringing back thoughts of Phil Lynott
And his “Whisky in the Jar”
“The Hags with the Bags”
Sit near the Ha’penny Bridge for everyone to see
Gasbagging while they’re sitting there
As they end their shopping spree
O’Connell is there with the rest
And it’s only right he be
Maybe in the years to come
They might put one there of me
Anna Livia known to the Dubliners as the Floozy in the Jacuzzi was moved to Croppies Memorial Park in 2011 as some kind people were adding bubble bath to her waters when she resided in O’Connell Street.
If there’s ever a nickname needed for anything or anyone ask a Dubliner, I’m sure you’ll get a laugh at what they will come up with.
Out of an already impressive collection, this is my own personal favourite.
Eoghan
Hi Eoghan
Only after I posted my poem I realised I had made a mistake in the last verse.
In the second last line I put a “the” when the line should have read “Maybe in the years to come”.
It’s funny when you write a lot like I do you get word blind and sometime don’t see the obvious mistake.
I will have to tell myself not to be so fast on the send button.
I suppose I can put it down to being old, it’s always a good excuse.
Take care Eoghan
And thanks again for those pictures that complement my poems.
Tony
Hi Tony
I’m the editor and I didn’t see that and I’m not that old (at least I hope I’m not!)
As always you’re welcome, its the least I can do. And I made that little fix.
All the best
Harry Redknapp’s Abba Song 3rd February 2015 by/Tony Gorman
Can you hear the news Fernandes
Harry Redknapp’s jumping ship once more
Did you see it coming? Fernandes
Like he did at Tottenham
And all his other clubs before
Or did you think that he’d stay here for evermore?
There was something in the air last night
That wasn’t right Fernandes
When he rang you on your telephone
Was he on his own? Fernandes
Or was he setting up another deal that he’d sign and seal
The supporters knew it had to end when he couldn’t spend, Fernandes
There’s new hope at QPR now, Fernandes
Since the news it filtered down the line
Les Ferdinand will bring back winning ways, Fernandes
No relegation and no worries you’ll be fine
And the loss of Harry will soon be off your mind
There is something in the air tonight?
Is Harry’s pay off right, Fernandes?
Will the tax man get his share?
Of Harry’s pay off there, Fernandes
Or will he give it to his dog? We’ll never know
If you had to do it all again would you hire your friend, Fernandes
I thought some of our football fans back home would enjoy this.
As Shakespeare would say “Harry’s knee or not his knee that is the question?”
I thought some readers would enjoy a little humour for a change.
This is a little poem I wrote in 2013 for my book.
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The Bull and the Crow 5th July 2013 by/Tony Gorman
A crow quite old and very sick
Was walking with a walking stick
His feathers dull not shining bright
His eyes were losing all their sight
He met a bull so big and proud
That when he puffed he puffed aloud
Saying his protein diet kept him young
And suggested the crow should eat his dung
The crow he eat it for a while
It made him strong this made him smile
He told the bull its thanks from me
And took a flight for the bull to see
He flew up to a high tree top
And started crowing without stop
The farmer couldn’t stand for this
He shot the crow for silent bliss
Now there’s a moral to all of it
If you rise to the top on just bullshit
Don’t broadcast it by the way you strut
Just use your head and keep your bloody mouth shut
Thanks Tony
Good advice in this one, and a few people I like to share it with!