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[aid] => mick
[title] => No Title
[time] => 2002-08-05 06:35:47
[hometext] => A re-submit on a tale thats not to wide off the mark...
[bodytext] => Oh ! Dear what can the matter be?
I've poled Martina Flaherty Guess what her Mother said to me Just wait till her Father gets home... When i heard she was pregnant well i could have died I only ever kissed her And looked in her eyes In that case her Ma said I must be "cockeyed" I wont wait till her Father gets home... I'm to young for a family i'm only sixteen Should be out with me mates... playing ball on the green Now the talk is of weddings And nappies it seems I think that i should run away... So early next morning Straight out of bed I packed me some clothes And freshly baked bread To eat on me journey Dun-Laoighre i'm head To catch me a boat far away... So i bought me a ticket To sail off to sea Stood on the deck Just watching the Quay When i saw a small boat Coming towards me I wondered now who could that be... He was rowing and rowing And making a splash Cut through the water, "like a dolphin on hash" Hang on a minute, i know that moustache Good jasus its "Martina's Dad"... He was roaring and shouting And going quite red I caught words like "Nadgers" and "Chopped off" and "Dead" Somehow i dont think... he wants me to wed I think i'll just slip over board... So i dropped in the water To swim to the shore Her father still shouting, "he'll even the score" The mans got a shotgun I think its two bore I'd better swim faster than this... I was swimming and swimming With all of me might He let of both barrels, i got such a fright Straight through me trousers the one on the right Took the full brunt of the blast... I woke in the hospital... well below par Me arm in a sling, me nuts in a jar The Doctor came in and in front of me Ma Said he had bad news to tell... Him and the Surgeon, were up half the night trying to save the one on the right After a battle, a terrible fight i've now lost the left one as well... The point of the story, i'm trying to put Stay away from the girls, if your fond of your nuts Take up "knitting" or "jogging" or "golfing" instead Or you'll end up with a pencil Without any Lead... MDM...7/7/97.... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 249 [topic] => 7 [informant] => markymark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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