The name of the great Scottish Play,
Is something that Michael won’t say,
For what he fears most,
Is a thespian ghost,
Coming back to take his role away.

John Moynes

If you gave your hand to a bride,
But still like to play on the side,
She may not be fine,
With your details online,
So now’s the time to run and hide.

John Moynes

Dáithí Ó Sé and Melbourne Rose Joy Kerrigan last night

Colleens dancing and songs being sung,
Are the sights that we all saw among,
The girls in Tralee,
Last night on TV,
And also someone spitting dung.

John Moynes

(RTÉ)

This morning the youngsters will know,
Just where it is that they’ll go,
After shedding a tear,
They’ll spend the next year,
Squeezing more points from the CAO.

John Moynes

Thomas Kent, executed for his role in the 1916 Rising

The Irish state had always meant,
To get round to burying Kent,
But we all know it’s true,
There was so much to do,
Who can say where that century went?

John Moynes

Seapoint, Monkstown, Co Dublin yesterday afternoon

We’re in for a well deserved treat,
As finally we feel the heat,
So get out burn,
For soon it will turn,
To typhoons and thunder and sleet.

John Moynes

(Sasko Lazarov/RollingNews.ie)

Pacha Kitata (left) and Melanie Smith from Ringsend College with their Leaving Cert results last year

I hope there won’t be too much grieving,
By those who today are receiving,
In each town and street,
A small printed sheet,
That says how they did in the Leaving.

John Moynes

(Laura Hutton/RollingNews.ie)

The Sail Amsterdam fair 2015

I know it feels somewhat remiss,
Of me to slag something like this,
But it’s all a bit much,
Of the cunning old Dutch,
They’re blatantly taking the piss.

John Moynes

(Amsterdam.com)

Sinn Féin President Gerry Adams at the O Donovan Rossa commemoration in Glasnevin Cemetery last week

An election is looming and so,
The papers are letting us know,
Some FFers feel,
They can do a deal,
If Adams is willing to go.

John Moynes

(Sam Boal/RollingNews)

At odds of eight million to one,
The lotto’s good value and fun,
But will you play when,
The eight turns to ten,
And your chances creep closer to none?

John Moynes

(RollingNews.ie)