Agnes and Pam on holiday
Through the streets we shout with gay,
"Goodbye Dublin;
You've been supreme,
But Limerick city, we're on our way!"
Showing posts with label Limerick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Limerick. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Friday, May 8, 2015
Bubble Buddy
Golden and bright and cold
Bubbles enslave my soul
Control I lack
My puke will project
My puke will project
Aye, one more round we go!
Monday, January 1, 2007
Mathematics Stink
Mathematics, you stink,
You ought to be washed in the sink!
You shouldn’t be made,
Yes that’s what I said,
You’re no better off to be ice-lemonade!
Mathematics, you stink,
Without you my cash register still ‘ching’!
You think you’re a dove,
One that is loved,
Well, you’re not when you’re on my turf!
Mathematics, you stink,
You are a stupid Viking!
With a crazy huge hat,
And your belly so damn fat,
Just nice for my little cat to scratch!
Mathematics, you stink,
You ought to disappear with a blink!
I want to kick you in the ass,
Turn you into gas,
I just don’t know why people say you’re the best!
You ought to be washed in the sink!
You shouldn’t be made,
Yes that’s what I said,
You’re no better off to be ice-lemonade!
Mathematics, you stink,
Without you my cash register still ‘ching’!
You think you’re a dove,
One that is loved,
Well, you’re not when you’re on my turf!
Mathematics, you stink,
You are a stupid Viking!
With a crazy huge hat,
And your belly so damn fat,
Just nice for my little cat to scratch!
Mathematics, you stink,
You ought to disappear with a blink!
I want to kick you in the ass,
Turn you into gas,
I just don’t know why people say you’re the best!
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Growing up,
Limerick,
Poems,
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