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)
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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
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)
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
In these harsh times we must sink or swim,
So thank God for philanthropist Jim,
Who’ll keep the upper class,
Far from any impasse,
If they find out their wallets are slim.
John Moynes
Pic: Friel Stafford
The fans gave one hell of a roar,
And watched to see who would score more,
Then “Hip, Hip, Hooray!”
Shouted the GAA,
We can sell them all tickets once more.
John Moynes
(Mark Stedman/Photocall Ireland)
They fuck you up, those who seem great,
And do so while you’re on your knees,
They leave you nothing on your plate,
Their class is a social disease.
But they’re determined, in their way,
By forces beyond their control,
To grind you down each live-long day,
Then count the pennies that they stole.
Class hands on misery to class,
This our clear and certain fate,
You’re stuck there in your huddled mass,
Till one big union makes us great.
John Moynes
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
It seems that our worst fears were true
But deep down I think we all knew,
But I’m sure you’ll agree,
That some kind of plan B,
Was really the least they could do.
John Moynes
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
A wealthy young fellow, Jamie,
Thinks it’s time that you sold your TV,
And spent all the money,
On quail dipped in honey,
And feasted like the bourgeoisie.
John Moynes
(Leon Farrell/Photocall ireland)
It’s one hundred years since Big Jim,
Got the workers to stand behind him,
Today we get whines,
About Miley’s Blurred Lines,
And that’s why we sink and not swim.
John Moynes
(VMA)