Every Now and Then

The last evening of July,
And I just lit a small fire!
Kiss the summer bye-bye,
And thank God for The Wire!

Ah Yeah,
Barbaric Queues
In Not-So-Super Markets
So BBQ,
You Beware!
Wailing Kids
In Not Far-Back-Enough Seats
Some Families,
Do Scare.

I’m gonna give up smoking
Even quit the booze
Spend less time working
There’s no time to lose.
It’s all about the art.

I can’t afford to be lazy
Much less, be confused
It might sound a bit crazy
Might make some amused.
It’s all about the art.

I gotta stop making promises
Stop saying ‘I must’
Never mind tomorrow it’s
Today that I lust.
It’s all about the art.

I have little time to waste
I am running out of time
More speed and more haste
Leaving space for the rhyme.
It’s all about the art.

Want a piece of advice,
From one who knows?
After chili pepper slice,
Don’t pick your nose!

I get a tad narky,
I bark freely.
I snap too sharply,
I am weary.

Today swallows abound,
Young chicks stretching.
Skimming the ground
New lives etching.

A report
On the cost
Of the report
Was lost

Irish summer, rain is teeming,
Deluge, thunder, endless seeming.
Wake next morning, foggy mist,
Sun breaks out, you get the gist.

Women never he sold, he just bought
Sane women, they make he go mad
Women seconds ago, he fought
Same women, they make him so sad
Women, torturing him with no tongue
Them women, break open his eyes
Women, fortunately he is young
On women, sometimes he relies

Sent packing by immigration hard chaws,
Backpackers from Plano, Texas!
I hope they return with chainsaws,
And visit Rathkeale to vex us!

My first time,
To see one live,
I called to all,
Come see quickly!
So we watched him
Womble as blind,
Trawling long, fat
And prickly!

Banking our money, in
A dead bank, Jack!
That’s just not funny, in
Fact, that’s daft!

“I think”, is usually the phrase
They start with and then you can bet
In their, non-scientific haze
That’s the most correct they will get!

Quiet in my home.
Time spent all alone
Is exactly like a comb,
That baldy men would own.