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Array ( [sid] => 23270 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => no more shenanagans [time] => 2003-09-15 19:35:00 [hometext] => lol - I've probably made a mess of this - but it 's rather funny nonetheless
______________________________ [bodytext] => he called her every name in the book
called her cailieach and worse
go hifreann leat she yells back at him
they take their fight out to the street
fies ort he yells as he walks away
leaving her to swing and sway
in angry retributions dance
Pog mo thoin she yells one last curse
watching his back in angry retreat
she hears him call bitseach under his breath
dun do bheal, she cries now in her wrath
she remembers when they used to go at it
when he wanted her as much as she wanted him
be dog wide, her friends told her
he’s a caffler and a dosser as well
so don’t feck with him they told her
but she thought he was such a fine thing at first
“wise up ya gack ye” he used to tell her
then he was snared rapid with another woman
made no excuse for getting off with her either
so she gave him a toe in the hole
he was gobsmacked that she had the bollocks
she gave out to him something fierce
throw the gom out and not be his lack no more
they made a right holy show of it in the street that night
he’s nothing but a rossie she had the last word
for she was naught but twistin’ hay
[comments] => 5 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 56 [informant] => merry [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => sarcasticpoetry )
no more shenanagans

Contributed by merry on Monday, 15th September 2003 @ 07:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: sarcasticpoetry



he called her every name in the book
called her cailieach and worse
go hifreann leat she yells back at him
they take their fight out to the street
fies ort he yells as he walks away
leaving her to swing and sway
in angry retributions dance
Pog mo thoin she yells one last curse
watching his back in angry retreat
she hears him call bitseach under his breath
dun do bheal, she cries now in her wrath
she remembers when they used to go at it
when he wanted her as much as she wanted him
be dog wide, her friends told her
he’s a caffler and a dosser as well
so don’t feck with him they told her
but she thought he was such a fine thing at first
“wise up ya gack ye” he used to tell her
then he was snared rapid with another woman
made no excuse for getting off with her either
so she gave him a toe in the hole
he was gobsmacked that she had the bollocks
she gave out to him something fierce
throw the gom out and not be his lack no more
they made a right holy show of it in the street that night
he’s nothing but a rossie she had the last word
for she was naught but twistin’ hay




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Re: no more shenanagans (User Rating: 1 )
by LovingWhispers on Monday, 15th September 2003 @ 07:42:35 PM AEST
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Didnt understand a word..but I LMAO .And TODAY...i REALLY NEEDED THAT!!!
Thanks *huge smiles*


Re: no more shenanagans (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 15th September 2003 @ 09:07:23 PM AEST
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Some of the words I don't understand but I get the general idea and that's good!
I'm not one to back down either.
Take care.
PEACE, JOY, LUV,
emy
I luv the title.


Re: no more shenanagans (User Rating: 1 )
by roisin on Monday, 15th September 2003 @ 10:41:22 PM AEST
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glad you're shut of that gurrier...
rosie


Re: no more shenanagans (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Monday, 15th September 2003 @ 11:18:46 PM AEST
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This is awesome ... loved this ... gotta read it many times again just to work the dang thing out ... I'm sure there's a code LMAO ... great write Merry ... Jan


Re: no more shenanagans (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Sunday, 28th May 2006 @ 11:10:17 AM AEST
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I love this poem so much, more for the language that I don't understand that the words and relationship that are all too familiar ( I did look up a few).

Its very refreshing to read a word or a phrase that is not recognisable in its form but famliar in its nature - like looking at some object, some person and not being quite able to comprehend it, to name it, to experience it without the framing devices we used to understand things, if only for a moment.

Sad tale, though, the destruction of passion by invective and denigration. Just too bloody familiar. Feck it all. away with ya, lass.




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