[Wind turbines outside Roscrea, Co Tipperary]
Some organised and disciplined,
Protestors will take on the wind,
They’ll march day and night,
And keep up the fight,
Till they get our whole atmosphere binned.
(Eamonn Farrell/Photocall ireland)
There’s little in life that compares,
To the strangeness of foreign affairs,
While Ukraine faces war,
Some people are more,
Concerned with the price of their shares.
If you’re one of the people who say,
That life is too dangerous today,
To avoid life’s cruel sting,
Stay under the wing,
Of Wunsy, the African Grey.
[Irish State banquet, Windsor Castle, last night]
In a castle just over the sea,
A queen and our own Michael D,
Had a jolly nice meal,
As they tried to conceal,
The dark parts of our shared history.
Our number one man, Michael D,
Popped out for a moment to see,
The people next door,
Who he’s certain to bore,
With a rambling soliloquy.
They’ll win no awards for the sound,
Because all of the speeches were drowned,
As each z-list star,
Got tanked up at the bar,
And ran the show into the ground.
Previously: What Do You Mean You ‘Weren’t invited’?
[Dail questions, March 25]
Give two cheers to Deputy Ming,
Who had half an idea that took wing,
He decided to float,
A request for a boat,
Now how many votes will this swing?
Estate agents are greeting with cheers,
The biggest price rises in years,
It’s high time the boom,
Decided to resume,
And there’s no way this will end in tears.
(Sam Boal/Photocall Ireland)
The councillors up in Fingal,
Have decided they will not play ball,
Much to Hogan’s delight,
The proposed plebescite,
Won’t be put to the people at all.
Life can be tough at the top,
So I really think people should stop,
All these telephone pranks,
Though I also give thanks,
For the tape, which I got from a cop.
(Sasko Lazarov/Photocall ireland)