A collection of my less serious verse written over several years.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
In a chapel, on a pew, Carved of finest English yew, Sat a falcon in reflection, So engrossed in circumspection, So engrossed in fervent prayer, He never knew that I was there. I still remember, to this day, Wond’ring at that bird of pray.
I work in a warehouse which as you can imagine is very stimulating. I follow Shelbourne FC and football in general. Happily married for over 20 years to Monica with two great no-longer kids, Louise and Neil.
I mainly write humorous verse but have written serious verse, a book of essays, a novel and a biography. But still can't put up a shelf.