I need a pay rise to go now, to go to Innisfree
And a big house build there, of bricks and mortar made:
Nine BMW’s will I have there, some five series and a three,
And live alone in a Beemer loud glade.
There will be no peace there, for I’ll be shouting ‘No!’
When all my in-laws come visiting and asking me for things;
all leaning on a zimmer, their noses a purple glow,
cigarettes vodka and red bull took away their wings
I need a pay rise to go now, despite working night and day
I hear the debt collectors raging knuckles knocking on my door
While I hide in the wardrobe, my hair is turning grey,
I’m totally fucked at forty –four.
And a big house build there, of bricks and mortar made:
Nine BMW’s will I have there, some five series and a three,
And live alone in a Beemer loud glade.
There will be no peace there, for I’ll be shouting ‘No!’
When all my in-laws come visiting and asking me for things;
all leaning on a zimmer, their noses a purple glow,
cigarettes vodka and red bull took away their wings
I need a pay rise to go now, despite working night and day
I hear the debt collectors raging knuckles knocking on my door
While I hide in the wardrobe, my hair is turning grey,
I’m totally fucked at forty –four.
13 comments:
Just plain brilliant.
Hey, TFE,
Your talent always amazes me!
Here, "midnight's all a-glimmer,"
And evening is not full of fireflies
for it's too cold and gray.
Quite ironic and if it's any consolation, the word verification that just popped up for me is 'foole.' I don't think that one needs any further definition though I did contemplate writing something poetic with the title, "Wild Swans AND Foole."
I see you've lost none of that famous quick wit in Sligo... :)
And the word verification is divine: foreffme... it was meant to be!
Beautiful - really moving - Grate stuff
You're v bold, TFE, playing with WB. But also v funny!
I'm sure the great lad himself will be smiing in his grave...
Don't know about the b.m.w's though... woul rather a bright yellow land-rover meself!
Oh, I do hope not.
Thanks John,perhaps more palin than brillo!
Hey Jeanne, I think I amaze most people, As me poor old mammy used to say,'That little ****** never ceases to amaze me'
Hey, B, I am proud of my Sligo routes.
Mrs Niamh, don't forget the cake! (I'll tell you what that means when you let me know what the ear worm stuff is all about.)
Hello WRW, bold as brass but I like playing with WB, he's my best pal:)
Hi watercats, smilling or spinning,one-or-the-other.Bright yellow land Rover? Nice!
Hello, H, Oh! There's hope alright, no hope and Bob Hope :)
To be sure TFE - you're but a spring chicken!
Wait til you're a sprung broiler like me!
The chumblie in the pit there - cheerie wee soul, was he not? I wonder if the epitaph was in fact his last words. I prefer Spike Milligans - "I told you I was ill!".
Already Fat, bald ,ugly and now to cap it all, a walking stick. Feck knows what I'll be like if I live much longer. Milligan's epitaph is a good one :)I thought I might put 'I can SEE you' on mine to spook the unwary grave hopper!
TFE, thought I replied to this post...maybe got zizzed or gagged...no harm, it was probably a wandering mind.; ) But hey, like the poems, WB can rest easy knowing you are giving him a new lease of life...(and funny too!)
Thanks Liz,I think it's time I picked on someone else now another william perhaps? :)
Brilliant! I loved the "Beemer-loud glade" especially.
Kat
Stop by fer an award, will ya? (All this cannot go unpunished, er rewarded.)
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