Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy,
looking run over by a train.
Arm in a sling, nose broken,
Face cut, dragging with a limp.
"What happened?" asked Sean, the bartender.
"Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight."
"That little sh*t O'Conner couldn't do that to you!
He must have had something in his hand."
"Aye, that he did, a shovel is what he had
And a terrible beatin' he gave me with it."
"Well," said Sean, "you should have defended yourself!
Didn't you have something in your hand?"
"That I did," said Paddy, “and a thing of beauty it was.
But alas, Mrs. O'Conner's breast was useless in a fight!"
Carmen
Tittifreak HUH???
Love Tinka
'tis a grand write you do you know leyland me ole lad, 'ave a sup of de black stuff, won'tcha now, and be sitting down der.
Lady peg