Some good news in current affairs,
For six county pregnancy scares.
You can get contraception,
Or cure an infection,
But it’s bad news for Ryanair shares.
John Moynes
(Sam Boal/Photocall Ireland)
Some good news in current affairs,
For six county pregnancy scares.
You can get contraception,
Or cure an infection,
But it’s bad news for Ryanair shares.
John Moynes
(Sam Boal/Photocall Ireland)
The Orangemen wallow in fear,
Of the chance that they might catch “the queer”,
So they’ve hung up a sign,
Stating their party line,
“Beatitudes don’t apply here.”
John Moynes
As they’re teeing off for the Ryder,
Opinions on Rory grow wider,
If he wins he’s a hit,
If he loses, a Brit,
It’s a national sporting decider.
John Moynes
(Getty)
The filthy old blueshirt machine,
Beat the decent and honest Róisín,
Though forced out of her job,
By that terrible mob,
She’ll always be both heard and seen.
John Moynes
Roisin Shorthall Resigns As Junior Health Minister (RTE)
(Sasko Lazarov/Photocall Ireland)
It’s a hard rain that falls on New Ross,
And the ploughing fest may make a loss,
The bould IFA,
Will be whinging all day,
That said, nobody else gives a toss.
John Moynes
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
No choice but to stand there and clap,
During Donegal’s victory lap.
A great day, don’t you know,
Enda trapped there on show,
With a face like he’s chewing on crap.
John Moynes
Samuel Mullet (!) guilty of ‘haircut attacks’ on fellow Amish men and women.
Some fanatics from Ohio,
Lashed out at their old-fashioned foe.
It strikes me as weird,
To cut off a chap’s beard,
But then again what would I know?
John Moynes
I’m sad to say now it’s the norm,
For the chap who does Public Reform,
When he asks folk to say,
That they’ll give up their pay,
To get answers that aren’t very warm.
John Moynes
(Sam Boal/Photocall Ireland)
This isn’t the way it was planned,
For this speech to the wealthy and grand,
But it’s always a bitch,
When your words to the rich,
Get transmitted all over the land.
John Moynes
(Mother Jones)
The staff of our own Daily Star,
Are at risk from a dirty old tsar,
Who throws hissy fits,
At the sight of posh tits,
And this time he’s going too far.
John Moynes