heres two i read last week in the open mike in the whitehouse bar limerick hope ya like em
My mother’s house
It never happened in my mother’s house,
She wouldn’t allow it not even for a mouse,
All the rooms were tidy and everything was in its own place,
Every child was shiny and had a nice clean face,
All the meals were on time and there was plenty there to eat,
Feeding 15 people was truly no easy feat,
And all the beds were single ones made up as we all arose,
For breakfast we sat each side of the table in two neat tidy rows,
No morsel of food ever hit her clean and shining floor,
No hinge ever creaked in her house from any kind of door,
The fire was always lit and in winter kept us warm,
No draft from open window which could be of any harm,
The cupboard was full and we never went without,
The sun was always shining whenever we went out,
None of us got ill and we never knew any pain,
All our summers were fun and we never saw the rain,
Our clothes were always washed and ironed laid on our bed,
Each of us had 2 fluffy pillows underneath our head,
Christmas we had presents and a huge pine needle tree,
So much so that we gave the poor some gifts for free,
Our lights shone so bright it lit the nigh time sky,
Some pilots got confused by it but soon learned to pass it by,
There were flowers in the garden and apple trees out the back,
My mothers house had everything nothing did we lack,
Life was always cosy we neither had a worry or a care,
We never had to look for things for they were always there,
No rodent ever came to live unless he had her permission,
Outside in the garden they would await for her decision,
But it was her house and she had the final say,
Everything was cool for her it was her house her rules her way,
She kept us all together all through the good times and the bad,
And mostly we were poor but we were grateful for what we had,
As kids we all would ask her where do you live dear mother,
Above would be the story the truth was something other,
24.07.2012
I thank that man.
We went to school together as most kids often do,
We have known each other for years and then we grew,
Through teenage years we drifted in and out,
We didn’t know what life was all about,
But we muddled through it because it was all we had,
In hard times and good ones of friends we were glad,
As in most childhood friendships we parted for years,
It was natural progression no fighting no tears,
For years we would meet and hardly if ever talk,
Yet we knew each other before we could walk,
We were never that close that anyone could tell,
But we tried to live wishing everyone well,
Both go getters what we wanted we strived to get,
In doing so though stressed we try not to fret,
Oh it used to be all the girls hung out by the green,
We lads down the road watching could be seen,
As far as friendships go it was neither great nor was it bad,
I chased some girl but she had her eye fixed firmly on one lad,
And as time went by and we played out our life,
Her future was sealed her lad would make her his wife,
Married they were and remain so to this day,
The only man for her and hers he will stay,
Years went by and with family now reared,
I turned to poetry and we met again it seemed weird,
We are friends again and get along really great,
Stories of family and kids and her lad, now her life mate,
It’s poetry I said and you have to be dead to be famous,
Who cares she replied but I still have my Seamus,
When called to the mike her poetry to recite,
My thanks go to Seamus with all of my might,
We share the same name (O’Donnell) him husband me friend,
She’s turned into a fun lunatic, to whom I often lend a hand,
But thank god we never got close it has to be said,
For if we had been married then one of us would surely be dead,
So thank you Seamus for keeping yer lives so intact,
There’s not many can keep up with you Sheila that’s a fact,
But don’t ever change what you do day to day,
Our world without you in it would be a darker place to stay,
When you call it’s always fun and truly it is real,
Even if I was stabbed by your car while fixing your wheel.
17 Jul. 12
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