Barney Sheehan,1934-2018.

FOR A TRUE LEGEND OF LIMERICK

High on his horse.

RIP

Bernard (Barney) Sheehan

Having gone to the riding school, to view a horse.

When out from nowhere, came this sight for my eyes to feast.

I thought that all horses would generally look much the same.  

He was led by what looked like a midget beside him.

Speaking gently as if they were old friends, he calmed the beast.

Can you think of anything to stop him from trying his hand at the other mares he said?

Just to stop him from jumping up on them.

He is too big for all that nonsense and his genitals are long since gone.

Well I can say this for him; his brain is alive even if his balls are dead.

I would also like it very much if you could school him and calm him for riding so to speak.

So a plan was hatched to quieten this beast that was walking on all four legs.

But between man and beast there didn’t seem to be much difference,

So if we calm the beast then both just might have less cheek.

Well a strap from his head to his underbelly, will soften his jump.

Put out with his other equine friends who all looked a little wary.

Tentatively they approached him yet getting ready to gallop off at a moments notice.

And try he did to mount the first filly but the strap did its job,

And he was now just a great lump who failed his jump,

Then something occurred to me there was a very distinct likeness between man and beast. For nearly every time the man got close to any young filly, he too tried to mount them,

He couldn’t help but give it a try and age or height meant he was alive, to all his eyes would let him feast.

So having done just about all there was to be done for better or worse.

And seeing the hint of joy in the eyes of, this would be jockey.

I still haven’t figured out if it be the animal or the jockey that needed the strap,(to keep him in check so to speak).

Either way all the fillies were happy, as for the man he was still up on his high horse.

Proof at the ripe age of 73, there is life in this jockey you can bet,

As he trots round the city, with a gleam in his wise old eye.

Still watching young fillies, I wouldn’t bank on any strap holding him back nor keeping him in check just yet.

11.04.2011