On The Economic Implications Of The Continental Breakfast.
A new, longer form poem by ‘sheet ricksmith John Moynes (above).
Nutritious metre, in fairness.
Music and video by Paul Woodfull
Pic: Emily O’Callaghan
Everything. As It Happens.
“…while European industry fueled by a tiny meal
Is why they make cars by the Rhine
But never by the Deel”
Would also have a worked since the Deel is the river in Rathkeale, although that would probably have only impressed me here.
I’m writing these lines to reveal
The admiration I feel
For Moynsey’s endeavouir
But I’m perplexed however
Where the fupp is Rathkeale?
It’s not a big deal, I don’t care
I’m not really bothered, I swear
But if I drove a taxi
And somebody asked me
To take them to Rathkeale I’d ask ‘Where’?
I could end up with egg on me face
Oblivious to my disgrace
But I’ll never know
‘Cos I’ll never go
-It could be a wonderful place
Hmmmm…..
Things have turned out as I feared
Everyone else disappeared
It’s the same every day
You all run away
PS. Moynsey, get rid of that beard
I’m here now.
Too late?
If I knew how to do it I would
And maybe I probably should
Make my limericks more worse
But talent’s a curse
You’d be as good if you could
I’m asking because I don’t know
What to do, or which way I should go
-Doesn’t matter, whatever
I can’t stop being clever
Dumb it down? No, no, no, no,. no, NO
And Broadsheet, let there be no confusion
Let go of your misplaced illusion
I’m not here for a fight
I’m fond of this site
But when you delete something I spent an hour writing, that was totally supportive of your site and not in any way offensive to anyone or anything…that annoys me. It makes me really annoyed. It makes me do stuff like this.
Go on, delete this too.
I dare you.*
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