Birthday Girls

To two of my favourites, from Dublin City

Full of love, and looking so pretty

I just gotta say

Have a great day

‘Cos that’s all I can manage, in this wee ditty!

Happy Birthday – Aileen & Sarah

Roll Up, Roll Up

Roll up your sleeve, yes that’s fine

A quick sharp jab, it took no time

I slept like a log

Not a drop a grog

Feeling much better, what a good sign

A quick jab..

Walking on Sunshine

Walking on sunshine, the way to go

Smiles aplenty, so many on show

Ice creams in hand

Ooh, that tastes grand

Happy mood, as a zephyr does blow

Walking on Sunshine

One for the Bard

A most wordy man, from near the A-von

With style and flair, he was so Write On

His phrases that move

Your life to improve

Well done Will, let the music play on

William Shakespeare, Bard of Avon (died 23 April 1616)

Take Five – a Limerick

Just five lines, but it can say a lot

On the money, hitting the spot

Be it light or pithy

The wee rhyming ditty

Always ends quickly, ‘coz it’s all I’ve got

Take That!

Virtual Talk

It’s all virtual this, or virtual that

Not the same, this looking at

I miss the feel

So let’s try real

And meet again, for a friendly chat

The Real Deal…

The Write Men

Behind the curtain, he moves like a swan

The crowd is silent, all chitchat gone

Everything is ready

Sam’s rock steady

Lights, camera, action ‘Right, I’ll go on’

In memory of Samuel Beckett, born 13 April 1906

Samuel Beckett

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Closer now, to that further shore

The wind is up, blowing hard once more

Sea spray does caress

A magical largesse

Feeding mind and body, deep to the core

In memory of Seamus Heaney, born 13 April 1939

Seamus Heaney

Both men won the Nobel Prize in Literature – Beckett in 1969 and Heaney in 1995

‘Marvellous’ Marlay Park

My Garden of Eden, in the south of town

A must for walkers, a joy all year round

With swans on the lake

Squirrels on the take

And bubbling water, such a pleasant sound

Running on…

Marlay Park is in Rathfarnham, South Dublin

Look at that Caveman go (Is there life in bars?)

I know a man, who lived in a cave

A great place, held many a rave

The craic was mighty

No sign of a nightie

Locked in there, like a papal enclave

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The music was loud, the place was rocking

Pissed-off neighbours, got fed up knocking

‘Play that again, mate

Hey, it’s never too late

Oh my Lord, who owns that stocking?’

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This is a poem, I just had to write

About the one and only, trog-lo-dyte

With it cranked to eleven

‘YEAH, we’re in heaven’

He spun them discs, ‘til it was light!

Same Again!

For A Friend

You’re strong and true, like a well-made peg

With all the fragrance, of the finest nutmeg

My present is small

Don’t let if fall

You deserve it and more, for being a good egg

A Good Egg!