There was a young woman from Budapest, A naturist, proud when folk viewed her chest. But on the shores of Lough Swilly, She declared ’twas too chilly, (As those who stroll there in the nude attest) . Yet another unsuccessful Drivetime competition entry - this time to compose a Limerick based on the first line above but with an Irish theme
They wanted ten kronor for a wee-wee, A price that I declared a sin. And so, I sipped my rum and kiwi And tenaciously I held my wee-wee in.
There’s no way I’d give them the satisfaction Of getting my ten kronor for a pee. Their urinals (sad) did not see any action, At least, not from a stingy sod like me. . 10Kr. for a pee in Stockholm's T-Centrale station!
There’s a classic Swedish beauty, Eyes of blue and hear of blonde. This fair damsel is a cutie Of which many men are fond. But in Stockholm I was taken By another of the race And in truth I was quite shaken When I gazed upon her face.
Oh those black-haired girls of Sweden Made me think that we’ve returned To the flow’ring shrubs of Eden, And the apple has been spurned. They’re as black as any raven With complexions clear and fair And the country is a haven For those girls with jet black hair
We sit ‘round the table, well-dressed and clean-shaven, Discussing the business, our aims loud and craven. The MD presents an array of large figures And tries to suppress what the warning bell triggers. We sit around doodling and shuffling papers, While dreaming of sexual liaisons and capers, Wasting long hours we can scarcely afford. Oh, we’re the head honchos, lads, We are the Bored.
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.