Roman, if you want a clever coach, A wordsmith of a very royal hue, Yon Crispin is the man you should approach – I hear he has a very large haiku.

Oh Iarnrod Eireann is known through the land, An option when distances have to be spanned From the wastelands of Cobh up to bustling Mayo, But they won’t bring you where the damn train tracks won’t go. Bus Eireann is great when you’re out in the sticks, In need of a sharp agricultural fix. Their […]

‘Twas the night of Eurovision And the Serbs had come to town. It was not a hard decision Which to choose. So we headed off for Croker For the Serbian showdown, Knowing well ‘twould be a choker Should we lose. And we yelled for Trapattoni To cast out the old baloney That had made our […]

My nephew, but nine years of age, Appeared on the Cup Final stage Last week. He held fast to the dream To lift the trophy for his team. But sadly it was not to be As Woodlawn went down to Clonee. At three-two down they were on top. The constant pressure did not stop. They […]

I thought he didn’t care for me, I thought my love was just a one-way ride, For though I’ve watched him lovingly, The gulf between us always was too wide. I’ve yearned his body from afar And marvelled at his rising star, And got down on my knees and begged the Lord, And when Bisto […]