MISCELLANEA

There was a sprite lass from Briton

who wore T-shirts that were tight on;

she’d often display

a snug bustier

and thus cause most folks to frighten.

While treading the road to Cottsworth

I met a young man with great mirth

his laugh was so merry

I wanted to tarry

but was put off by his broad girth

He walked on the streets of Dublin

through Temple Bar, it isn’t a sin;

then he stopped at a pub,

and that was the rub

as he filled up with stout and gin.

There was a large gaggle of geese

who became Lord of the Manor’s feast -

with jams and jellies

they’d float on their bellies

and filled every man to the least.

‘Tis said it can rain cats and dogs

but in water I see only frogs

Don’t be an agitator

you might run into a ‘gator,

as oft’ you can’t tell one from the logs.

POOR MOLLY

‘Tis in Dublin’s fair city she would cry

hoping one and all would come buy

her cockles and muscles

sadly all was a tussle -

uncleanliness caused her to die.

ST. PAT AND THE SNAKES*

There once was a Saint name of Patrick
who ran all the snakes from the attic
He didn’t stop there
‘til the land it was bare
of the snakes, now we celebrate Patrick!

*The snakes were more than likely paganism that St. Pat eliminated

from Ireland.