Every Now and Then

It was 40 years ago today,
When The Beatles gave it all away.
Wonderwall like would Oasis say,
Was a shop that had had its day.

350 passengers and 19 crew,
London bound, off it flew.
A big hole, after a big bang blew,
The fuselage to Timbuktu.
Lands safely in Manila,
Now altogether – Phew!
Rainman will be delighted,
Those on board too.

Give me a thunderstorm to alleviate,
This dank humidity.
Only sweat glands appreciate,
And thank it, dribbley.

Even brilliance becomes boring eventually.
A thrilling river today; tomorrow’s estuary.

Europe’s most wanted man, uncovered.
In alternative medicine’s motley crew -
An impostor in their ranks, well I never!
And he disguised like Ronnie Drew.

Inspiration has been keeping me waiting,
Don’t she know I’ve got deadlines to keep?
Tight lines and rhymes just aren’t making,
The trip from her seven times every week.

As a phrase, ‘fair play’ is oft abused,
The description, ‘gentleman’,
Just the same.
Pádraig Harrington.
Fair play, give him his dues,
The gent is Open champ again.

Two boys who fill me
Full of joys
They thrill me
Their toys
And games just please me
Their minds and shrills
Appease me
I love them with every breath
My body yields me.

That day, good Cork players,
Not least was Joe Deane.
But Galway’s Joe Canning,
Was the best to be seen.

Glasses and glasses of Burgundy drank,
Good times with family and friends.
At least my body knows what to thank,
As my brain gets a dose of the bends.

The name translates to ‘Row Boat’.
Listen and wait, you will float…

Perhaps on purpose, behind a closed door,
Old Nic as he could become known.
Declares; “l’Irlandais doit voix encore!”
Souris française étourdie sur le trône?

Sticky and clammy, breeze is warm,
It’s a day for vehicle motion.
No rain, no sun, grey clouds form.
What comes next? No notion.

This film won an academy award,
Voted the year’s best flick.
After I had watched it, I thought,
Is the academy taking the mick?

They say that we are mainly,
Made up of H2O.
When I drink wine it drains me,
But where does the water go?

First Canada, now feet mysterious,
Appear on the shores of Sweden.
What’s happening? Am I delirious?
Can somebody bring some meaning?