BogRhymes

Winter,
Just one day to go.
Hint heard,
Whispered by wind blow.

Well Mary Harney said “shop around”,
Now Mary Coughlan says “shop at home”!
Not sure who’s the bigger clown,
But I know who’s got the bigger hole!
…
[In the public finances, of course]

When you’ve lost,
Everything.
When there’s nothing,
Else to give.
When you’re down,
And nearly out.
When a cry,
Can’t even shout.

Gonna put em on, and let em sing…

I wish I could stop wishing.
I think, I should.
I wish, I could.

Fla-whoosh,
I just saw a shooting star,
It has been,
Such a long time!
I just glanced up,
And Yeeeee-Haw!
Small bright dot,
Trailing long line!

O Donoghue agrees to resign,
But not until, next week!
Seven days to redesign,
His new office, what a cheek!

Resplendent moon-painted
October sky.
Hard to describe,
So I won’t even try.

Turning, as if burning,
See the beech tree leaves.
Fold tighter, hold tighter,
In more wind, less breeze.