Somedays we will all find life tough,
When your best doesn’t feel like enough,
But now we can go,
To a place owned by Moe,
And drown all our troubles in Duff.
John Moynes
(OC Register)
Somedays we will all find life tough,
When your best doesn’t feel like enough,
But now we can go,
To a place owned by Moe,
And drown all our troubles in Duff.
John Moynes
(OC Register)
Pat Kenny (left) and Astronaut Chris Hadfield on UTV’s Pat Kenny in the Round last night
Pat Kenny asked astronaut Chris,
To tell stories and reminisce,
About floating with grace,
Around outer space,
But most viewers gave it a miss.
John Moynes
(UTV)
Archbishop of Dublin Diarmuid Martin with Pope Francis
The whole country hangs in suspense,
As the marriage campaign grows more tense,
And poor old D Martin,
Is certainly startin’,
To shake as he sits on the fence.
John Moynes
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
Senator Feargal Quinn during the seanad referendum, 2013
If your mortgage is sometimes paid late,
As you struggle to make the high rate,
Then pray for a win,
For Senator Quinn,
The indebted homeowner’s mate.
John Moynes
(Mark Stedman/Photocall Ireland)
Johnny Depp’s Yorkshire Terriers Boo (left) and Pistol with carers in Queensland
Even a Hollywood pet,
Can get caught in a dog catcher’s net.
Will the Aussies persue,
Poor Pistol and Boo,
And have them put down by a vet?
John Moynes
(ABC)
Eddie Hobbs and Lucinda Creighton at Renua’s launch in March
To get Renua off the ground,
A slush fund of loot must be found,
So let’s all get ready,
To donate to Eddie,
And let him throw our cash around.
John Moynes
(Sam Boal/Photocall Ireland)
The folk at the Institute say,
That even if you are not gay,
You might set a date,
To wed your best mate,
So vote No or you will go astray.
John Moynes
Those animal rights chaps agree,
That shellfish belong in the sea,
They’re not ours to dine,
On so thank God that nine,
Of our lobster friends now can swim free.
John Moynes
(National Animal Rights Association)
David Cameron this morning
That pudding-faced plutocrat Dave,
Gave his followers just what they crave,
Another five years,
Of milking the tears,
Of the poor as they slope to the grave.
John Moynes
(BBC)