Well peeps it's been another bleddy long weekend and I thought that good old monday morning would never arrive.But it is here now , white is the new black and monday morn is the new friday night so grab your can of vimto and a bacon sandwich and get onboard The Poetry Bus, Jimmy The Butler is driving ,he is almost sober now so one more strong coffee and we'll be off!
I chose the pic of Brendan Behan's statue near Cross Guns Bridge along the Royal Canal in Dublin. My Mammy was born in Dublin and all Mrs EEjits family are Dubs.When I think of Behan, I think of Dublin, and when I think of Dublin I think of the past, because that's all they ever tell us about, particularly their childhoods! I also think of The Zoo and I know they are a bit unsuitable for animals really but lately I've just had this yearning to go , don't know why.
The auld triangle
We hibernated most winter
but roared like snotty lions in the spring
We were howler monkeys, whooper swans,
cheeky meerkats always looking for a better view.
Our dads were grizzly bears
who never let the hare sit,
and when they were angry
the women showed their arses-
(only metaphorically, not like baboons)
especially the big ones who
were all cellulite and combustion.
We swarmed like rats in the summer
and swam like seals in the sea,
lounged like lizards on the canals grassy banks
and slept like lambs in our beds.
Mam and dad would fight like cat and dog
then make up like love birds, months later
we would be quiet as mice while the new one came along
When we could we ate like pigs and
as we grew we drank like fish,
Goldfish, that went round and round the pale
but still, like elephants, we couldn’t forget.
All aboard, all aboard all aboard with the double-deckers!
First aboard, hold tight now!
The Weaver Of Grass
Titus The Dog
King Of The Camels