Every Now and Then

Half the country is barmy,
The other half damned.
Where the hell is the army?
Where the hell is the plan?

A quarter of a million they,
On strike.
Not all on the picket lark,
Not quite.
Today was just a family day,
We like.
Irish people tend to bark,
Not bite.

Streets are rivers, rivers are burst,
Cork and Galway are hit the worst.
Houses are islands, fields are lakes,
Hope it stops raining, for all our sakes.

Volleyball beats us…
Mother of Jesus!
Even in volleyball,
That would’ve been a foul!

Does South Africa beckon?
For Ireland, mais non!
First game, a deflection,
The second, hands-on!

Another five toe,
Found on the shore.
That’s seven now so,
How many more?

The country has been run,
Into the ground!
Blindly led for so long,
We’re subterranean.

Don’t forget your shovel,
If you want to go to work!
And dig your way out,
To breathe the air again.