They’ve gathered from far and from near,
For the farming event of the year,
To find out just how,
A champ handles his plough,
And the best way for shepherds to shear.
John Moynes
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
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Young Nigel, while going to school,
Was a boisterous boy, as a rule,
He took great delight,
In being far-right,
And from such a youth grew the fool.
John Moynes
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
This morning, whatever you say,
Remember to go all the way,
Wear a patch and a hook,
To get the right look,
As it’s Talk Like A Pirate Day
John Moynes
Starbucks have decided it’s not,
Some wild western gunfighting spot,
You can bring your computer,
But not a six-shooter,
And don’t order an extra shot
John Moynes
Illustration: Caracaschronicle
Every office is quiet today,
The workers have all stayed away,
For they stayed up all night,
To taste the delight,
Of the latest game of GTA.
John Moynes
Pic: Xtravision
The Irish once thought it a hoot,
To take a British agent and shoot,
Him down some country lane,
It may happen again,
If these cinema rumours bear fruit.
John Moynes
(AP)
At The Blue Light pub (aka ‘Where Adam got done for hash’), in the foothills of the Dublin mountains moments ago.
Roomy.
A prize for how beetles roll dung,
And what happens when opera is sung,
To post-surgical mice,
And what I think is nice,
One on alcohol loosening the tongue.
John Moynes
It’s no great surprise that Assad,
Could rely on his old buddy Vlad,
To come to his aid,
With a stinging tirade,
Which is bound to make Obama mad.
John Moynes
(AFP)