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poems from wednesday night last

The first hire purchase


Saying times were tough when I grew up is an understatement,

There were no unruly kids or society for noise abatement,

Food was hard to keep in a house with no fridge,

No double glazing left a row of ice on the window ledge,

We were lucky there were 15 of us all huddled in 1 room,

For entertainment we had stories with impending gloom,

The fire was lit only after six o clock,

Until the rosary was over you wouldn’t hear anyone knock,

Then one day the mother said she had enough,

Trying to keep things fresh was getting just far too tough,

She wanted one of these new fangled things called a refrigerator,

When the father tried to argue he was called a family traitor,

I don’t care she said Mrs. o Neil has one with less money then us,

I want a fridge and you better cause no fuss,

At that time you had to have your husband’s permission,

To acquire anything on hire purchase it was his decision,

The ESB would give her one over the term of three years,

The father gave in but you could see he had fears,

So she ordered her appliance in the shop in town,

And with 3 years of payments the father just frowned,

I’m tied up with this fridge and the worry is sad,

I won’t be happy until its paid I’ll just won’t be glad,

And as each month went by and she gave him the fridge bill,

Eventually he just paid it he gave in to her will,

There even came a time when he said nothing at all,

About the fridge that stood proudly by the kitchen wall,

Sometimes when he was on his way home in a rush,

The older ones would gather the younger ones and say hush,

Your father is coming and he is drunk from the pub,

And your mother wants him to go to bed after his grub,

There was new stuff over the course of those 3 years,

I don’t know where it came from but it would end in tears,

But our fridge was bought and working since 1969,

Keeping all food fresh and it was working away just fine,

The mother would praise him for his allowing her to get,

This new invention that was like a family pet,

It never dawned on him to ask if the payments were done,

As the mother kept it looking like it arrived on day one,

The father would sit and marvel at this fridge saying it’s great,

He was still paying for it and by now it was 1978.

11.11.2011


No 1’s to blame


There were two people, for years living in my house,

Besides herself myself and the odd little mouse,

One is called simply I don’t know,

He hasn’t a brain in his head that could be on show,

The other one is called it wasn’t me,

I think they are brothers thank god there isn’t three,

They move about the house with free will,

Things were going well until I had my fill,

All seemed to go downhill when there was something amiss,

And I went to find them ands ask who? did this?

Who? I don’t know and it wasn’t me said you are right,

But if who thinks he’s moving in here there will be a fight,

Now I got myself into this and have all three,

I don’t know, who, and, it wasn’t me,

This little trio were now driving me mad,

In my little house I was sat there all sad,

I had to get myself a plan or a new name,

If I was going to help them move out just the same,

My plan was simple I was to take full charge,

And see no more of these three roaming at large,

So I stopped cooking and cleaning the place,

I could tell it was working by the look on their face,

I stopped buying food in the local shop,

And all three of them got in to a strop,

So as the four of us now sat round my kitchen table,

I asked them for rent to pay what they were able,

I don’t know said simply I just don’t know,

Well I said if you don’t know then I think it best if you go,

Who just said pay rent who, you mean me?

My answer the same if you don’t then who, you must flee,

It wasn’t me was moaning that it wasn’t his fault,

It may not be you I said but you must pay by default,

My new name is trouble and aim to cause it all day,

That is until all three of you go away,

The three of them left and all went in a huff,

Taking with them in bags all their own stuff,

Back came the missus and I greeted her smile,

I explained why the other three had all run a mile,

It wasn’t me, who, and I don’t know,

Just couldn’t handle trouble so they decided to go.

10.11.2011

new stuff

something for all to smile at ha

Death of a friend


Today I mourn the death of a long time friend,

Common sense has died he came to a very sad end,

Bureaucratic red tape to find his age have tried,

But no one knows for sure how old he was when he died,

He used to teach us we should come in out of the rain,

That life aint always fair if it was we’d be mundane,

That’s why it was the early bird, who always got his worm,

And if we were to blame we stood up we didn’t squirm,

He lived by simple rules never spend what you haven’t got,

It’s us adults who are in charge and children, who are not,

His health began to falter when we all started to regulate,

Passing idiotic rules would only help to seal his fate,

He lost more ground when parents fought teachers at their job,

Because some student or other just couldn’t hold their gob,

Yet parental consent was needed for the least little thing,

But if a student was pregnant there was no one you could ring,

He faltered when it became all business with the church,

Abusers got better treatment then their victims was too much,

He took a hiding when a thief had broken into his home,

When he beat him back he was sued and left there all on his own,

He finally gave up all hope when a lady to court had got,

Was given a large settlement for not knowing steam was hot,

He was preceded by both parent’s truth and trust,

Wife discretion daughter responsibility and a son reason must,

He is survived by his four stepbrothers all doing very well,

Their names are common but no sense yet as far as we can tell,

They are I know my rights, I want it now,

Someone else is to blame and I’m a victim somehow,

These four are now in court since the reading of the will,

Common sense is truly dead for they are fighting still,

The judge who presides the case called justice will prevail,

With solicitors called lies and deceit this too is doomed to fail,

With his family before him and all they may have tried,

This world is a darker place since common sense has died,

As I mourn my dear friend who it seems has come to pass,

A sad day for all humanity he is buried now at last.

04 Nov. 11

The hen killer


I knew a man, who kept chickens in his back yard,

Who moaned he had too many and was willing to discard,

I have too many he said and I want to get rid,

So I bought some off him for a few quid,

I built a shed where no animal would snoop,

And called it simply my chicken coop,

And the hens were put in it and lived cosy and warm,

Safe in the coop they would come to no harm,

Until early one morning I saw a hole in the fence,

One hen dead the culprit I would make pay hence,

I went about fixing the gaping big hole,

Frightened hens don’t lay eggs or so I was told,

The very next morning another chicken lay dead,

This culprit was now wrecking my poor head,

Now I must catch him in the act if I can,

And put an end to his hen killing of which I was no fan,

As I checked all around to find his way into my coop,

I saw where he entered to kill and to snoop,

Deep into the earth I drove a fine hefty stake,

With a snare attached to stop him in his wake,

On the third morning all the hens were roaming free,

They had ran from the coop through another hole you see,

But there by my stake driven deep in the ground,

A neighbour’s dog snared and dead I had found,

A costly lesson he had learned on that night,

If you’re not going to eat my hens then don’t bite,

So I buried the dog in the end of the yard,

With both of my hens he killed and left scarred,

The post office had a board where you could stick up an add,

For the whereabouts of this dog a reward was to be had,

So I dug him up from his earthly old grave,

The price of my two hens returned I might save,

From out of her purse the reward was five pound,

And I buried the hen killer again on her ground,

I felt like telling her he was a killer simple and plain,

But the look on her face made me refrain,

I left her standing there saying all would be fine,

You’re a grand soul she said and you only nine,

My reward in my pocket I went back to my coop,

I slept well that night knowing no killer would snoop.

03.11.2011

new poems

smiling through the ages with these two hope they go down well ha ha`

Waxing political.


Some of us could see it coming from the very first day,

Sinn Fein joining the race and their course would not stray,

Sean Gallaher waxing lyrical on his political stage,

Reading his lines pre written on every page,

Off to the side was Dana shouting I am not here for the church,

But god bless you all for caring this much,

While gay Mitchell stood in at his parties’ behest,

No way would he win this popularity contest,

By saying yes to the Lisbon treaty Mary Davis asked us to vote,

No wonder she failed that was left down the river to float,

And what of David Norris just running for cover,

Asking us all to believe he stood just up for his lover?

Yet few watched martin McGuiness put in as a token?

Softly he went his agenda quietly spoken,

Having been asked to explain all manner of things,

About the past and what his Sinn Fein party would bring,

Nothing he said I will represent all the land,

I will give each and everyone a good helping hand,

Still up his sleeve was a secret which wasn’t so nice,

And the front runner at the time was going to pay a high price,

Having been branded a bag man for the fianna fail party,

Poor Sean fell flat he had lost all his clarity,

Wisdom and experience sat by in the wings,

The people’s choice in the end Michael D Higgins,

I wonder will anyone really look at this race,

And see how it really was who fell flat on their face,

And who did a favour to whom and just why,

Making Sean lose and run home to cry,

This election was such a huge success,

The winners coming first and third best,

And to anyone who thinks it was about the country as a whole,

Some of these candidates had a very different goal,

Their aim for the prize was never sighted true or fair,

But all said and done the right man got in there,

A gentleman of many years with new beginnings,

From the west our very own Michael D Higgins,

Please god he will last the next seven years,

As his popularity leaves his fellow runners in tears,

Having run but not by the parties behest,

We are thankful that with Michael D we are blessed.

01.11.2011




Barred from gods house


I was a very good catholic mass attendee,

After all it was stories on a Sunday for free,

Or so I thought until the end of each tale,

When a basket appeared each week without fail,

And into this basket what money you had,

And your man at the alter was telling you he’s glad,

God will be pleased to know that we care,

And if you have any more cash will you put it in there,

So I figured it out that if you stood at the alter,

And you could tell stories and you didn’t falter,

A basket was sent round the pews in the church,

And if the story was good god knows how much,

Money was left in the pile up in front,

Where your man regaled us each week by the font,

So I practiced my reading and how I’d tell my tale,

And I went up in front my audience to regale,

And when it was told I stayed back waiting in church,

My story was good I wanted to see if it was worth much,

And what do you want your man said to me,

I want my share of the money in the basket like ye,

As there they sat the collectors counting the stash,

I wanted my share I only read for the cash,

I heard them all saying who gave more or gave less,

And your man put me in to this box to confess,

But I wouldn’t budge and he couldn’t explain,

This was church money and there it would remain,

Get out you pup before I put my boot up your arse,

For trying to make my sermon look like a farce,

Fine I replied and on my walk home I’ll tell all,

Who gave what and who didn’t pay anything at all,

And told them I did on my way home that very day,

I knocked on their doors telling them what your man had to say,

Who he was pleased with and who paid all they could,

And how I was paid nothing and wasn’t my story just as good,

Next week at mass there he was at the door,

Your barred he said you’re not welcome here any more,

So at nine I was barred and he wished me nothing well,

But he did tell my parents I’d be going straight to hell,

Who cares I said but going on your form,

At least I’d be welcome and for sure I’d be warm.

31.10.2011