For almost a decade I’d spend
My time writing verses that tend
To bring flashes of joy
And more often annoy
But everything comes to an end
Poetic tributes welcome below.
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For almost a decade I’d spend
My time writing verses that tend
To bring flashes of joy
And more often annoy
But everything comes to an end
Poetic tributes welcome below.
Won’t lie John. This one left a tear in my eye.
Thank you for bringing your rhyme and whimsy to broadsheet over all these years. As much an institution as the aul broadsheet dog himself.
I always liked the limericks about the really weird little pieces of news, and so often that’s exactly what they were. Thanks again John. Wishing you the very best
Ruddy hell, it’s Jeremy Corbyn’s even nuttier brother !
Peace out dude…
I’m feeling emotional, surprisingly so
Loosing BS feels like loosing a friend who has multiple personalities, who entertains or drives you up the wall, who smells a bit and doesn’t cut the toenails only to come out of the bathroom looking like a big ride,
ride on John and all the best x
off into a limerick sunset with ya
Thank you John, I found many interesting stories that I’d otherwise have overlooked thanks to your Limericks. Statistically significantly more flashes of joy than annoy I would hazard.
So Broadsheet is getting the axe,
Because posting has got rather lax,
“Its just such a crime”
Says site owner John Ryan,
“There’s nought wrong with being anti-vax”
+1
And thanks for the 5 lines that started everyday… a good snort of poetry gets you going in the morning…
Adieu John and thanks for reviving
The limerick form and for scribing
Those morsels of news
With your own quirky views
In the form of “aabba” rhyming
+1
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo
That’s like losing a friend. Though I rarely replied I never missed a day. Enjoy what comes. Thanks for all.
Sic transit gloria mundi.
I’m still a bit in shock here John J. R.
Your ‘Sheet was a constant in my life, from eagerly awaiting the front pages after 11pm, to all your unmistakably whimsical stories. You wrote the best straplines in the business, laugh-out-loud headers, more often than not.
I suspect that like many of your BS readers & occasional contributors, I became totally turned off when the comments got so horrible, almost exclusively so towards the end. To those who ruined a beautiful thing, I wish you only obscurity and karma comeuppances.
Tnx to Nick for the music heads up and to JB for the corny but sweet limericks.
See ya on the other side
For much of that decade I’d read
All the topics you managed to knead
Into five lines of verse,
But now we disperse
With your mark on the ‘Sheet guaranteed.
+1
A place where we could all come
to opine, bicker enlighten and have fun
I took it for granted, lightly done,
“You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone” *
Thank you BS for saving my sanity in these insane times. Best of everything good in your lives in the future.
& to all of the commenters who charmed and infuriated
in equal measure, thank you too for all the thought food.
+2
<3
I wish I could write you a ditty,
I’m too easily distracted by…
Oh look, a cat!
Thank you for the Limericks John, fair dues! :)
Thanks for the daily efforts John, they always raised a smile or smirk and were appreciated.
With every cloud, and all that…
And so all good things must end
Your rhymes, the days did bookend
We will miss you John
We hope you keep on
Elsewhere, our eyes and ears we can lend
+1
Moyner the rhymer. Thanks, John.
There was a fella named Moynes
Like a bird every morn did chime
Tales procured from the news
That left us slightly bemused
Farewell Broadsheets Guru of Rhymes…
+1
so long and thanks for all the anapestic trimeter john
:)
I remember the first time that I read your lines
As with coffee helped my senses align
To sum up your views
On those nuggets of news
All done in in a manner just fine
As said more eloquently above, John, your lines were essential reading as I woke each morning. When you started, I thought that you had taken on quite a challenge, but one you managed with aplomb. I did wonder where you found those little stories, and what would inspire you to write that day.
Once read, I could truly start my day. Take care, and keep rhyming
+1
Thanks John
Thank You John Moynes for an amazing contribution to the site over the years, always enjoyed reading your work.
A decade well spent Mr Moynes.
Thanks for all the daily rhymes.
As other posters mention, rarely commented but always read and inevitably followed the link to the subject of your poems.
I will miss that.
See you in Grogans
Thanks so much John, for your great contributions and beautiful lyrical content. Always something to look forward to… Jaysus, it really feels like the end now :-(
https://youtu.be/VScSEXRwUqQ
This is the end
I wish we didn’t have to go
But you see it has to be so
The stories we ran were oh so low
our audiences we could not grow
Now with libel, no ads or cash
Its seems today is our one last dash
If we had known the anti vax stupidity that was sown
We might be still here today with revenues grown
It was not to be, because you see,
Bodger could only think of ‘me’
Thats why we are here, plug to pull
Beacuse we could not other opinions mull
Now off we go, on a big low
Balance in journalism we did never know
Hi Professor Mark, if Bodger had only thought of ‘me’ he’d be coining it in by now and you’d be licking up to him for paid work. You have absolutely no understanding of the dedication and selflessness shown by Bodger to his commenters and contributors and indeed all his fellow Irishmen and women. I wrote you a little pome to learn you. It’s below. I doubt you’ll understand, or listen, but I hope others will.
Back in the nineties, someone came up with the phrase ‘pensée unique’ for the neo-liberal agenda that suddenly filled all the media to the virtual exclusion of all else.
Even then, though, there was the occasional crack in the edifice that allowed other thoughts & points of view through.
The Covid agenda was & is ‘pensée unique’ on steroids, and it seems that even that tiny crack is intolerable to many.
Shame on those who have pushed this agenda so single-mindedly and refuse to countenance any other possibility.
..wow Professor you’ve hit a low low
Of things I could always predict
A favourite was always Moynes’ ‘ricks
Each day on the ‘Sheet
or contained in a tweet
His rhymes about news never slipped.
As ‘Sheet Towers is bathed in sad twilight,
I must say, (not meaning to sound trite),
That the ditties of Moynes,
Though not written for coins,
Were no doubt a quotidian highlight.
Fair play, John, and thanks.
+1
So sorry to see b s going, I’ve loved all the craic on it over the years , hopefully you’ll come again
Professor Mark thinks he does know
Exactly how this site did flow
But he was on the other side
Someone who could just run and hide
When things got tough;
He never watched the evening taper
Waiting for the Saturday papers
He never strained his empty brain
For headlines brooking no refrain
From praise; He never tried his best to be
The friend that everyone wants to see
He never tried to create a world
Better than the one into which he was hurled
He never suffered constant public barbs
Designed to tear his confidence to shards
Or perpetual constant mischaracterisation
Based on some last century altercation
And as a result he is infinitely poorer
Because self-sacrifice and suffering makes one surer
And wins one love from those who matter
Those who live to encourage and not to shatter
Our lives are a drink, poured in a cup
I don’t fancy the taste of what he’ll sup.
Thank you for that, I don’t have a poetic ounce in my body!
The muse sometimes visits the most unlikely people!
round of applause
Merci, Janet!
Tenner on Tumbelina and ProfessorMark to get it on by Sunday night.
Thanks Thumbelina and thanks John.
Tumbelina, Re: The Professor’s Sup…neither would I ❤
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xK5YHU2-jY
So long and thanks for all smiles you gave me!
:(
Your Limericks made people’s day
Your words clearly had lots of sway
Reems of prittle prattle
All ment to rattle
The readers of Broadsheet I’d say