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
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
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Fantasia 4th October 2012 by/ Tony Gorman
One night by the light of the moon
The clothesline came alive
The shirt caused the blouse to swoon
When asked up to dance for a jive
The socks and the nylons they danced
Their footwork mesmerised all the rest
In excitement a bra hit the ground
But there wasn’t a sign of a breast
The old bloomers wiggled about
As the music it played Le Bamba
The long johns they stayed on the line
As they were too old to dance to a Samba
The underpants stayed there erect
From the water with starch that was used
And the knickers they went up and down
All the rest on the line just caroused
The night it had passed very fast
And the pink bloomers started to blush
For right in its seat was a hole showing all
Cause by a thorn from that gooseberry bush
The trousers and dancing dress
Had talents that they soon would reveal
As they showed their class at Riverdance
To a classical old Irish reel
At dawn all the hankies they cried
As the breeze blew them all in the air
For the heat of an iron they must face
And the thoughts of being scorched was their scare
The secrets of that special night
Would be theirs for evermore
And someday day before they’re worn and old
They’ll meet up for a dance as before
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Again to add a bit of humour I have added another one of my poems from my book Poems of Reality.
Visualise your clothesline coming alive and be careful where you put each item of clothing when you’re hanging out your washing from now on.
I hope all FRG readers enjoy it
Thanks Tony another exceptional piece!
Eoghan