Under bare Brenda Mullen's head
In Drumcliffe Churchyard I got laid
a red ant bit her rectum there
ten minutes ago, plum on the rear,
By the feck that made her cross,
a warble,an unmentionable phrase;
I thought I had hit the old G spot
that's because I was half-cut
cast a beedy eye
on her, on me.
Tourist, pass by!