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  MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY (25/01/1954)
 
 
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  81.     

'Antrim'

There is a barber from Antrim
Who is friendly with the reaper grim
He will cut your throat
Like a sacrificial goat
Then bury your remains in Leitrim
 
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  82.     

'Because I Love You'

‘Because I love you’

I am the nothing man
Nothing bothers me
I will always be a nothing man
No ambitions see

I am a nowhere man
Belonging’s not for me
I am always going nowhere
My wish was to be free

I want to be a somewhere man
Go somewhere where love is true
I’ll settle to be an anywhere man
If I can be anywhere with you

I will stop doing nothing
I will stop going nowhere
To be somewhere
Anywhere with you

I now have ambition
For your love to be true
Because Noireen my love
I love you


MICMAC
 
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  83.     

'Camping For Pleasure'

‘CAMPING FOR PLEASURE’

FIRST TIME, WE HADN’T EVEN GOT THE TENT OUT
THERE WAS THUNDER AND LIGHTENING
THEN IT PISSED DOWN WITH RAIN
SECOND TIME, IT SNOWED AND SNOWED
THE GROUND TURNED TO ICE
THE ICE TURNED TO AN ICE HOT PAIN

THE THIRD TIME, WE WERE TRAMPED ON
BY A MARAUDING HERD OF SHEEP,
ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH, SO THEY DID IT AGAIN
THE FOURTH TIME, STORMS BLEW AWAY THE TENT
BUT THE NIGHT IN THE HOTEL WAS HEAVEN SENT
THEN I WENT AND CAUGHT A TRAIN
FIFTH TIME, THE SCOUTMASTER GOT HIS WILLIE OUT
I TOOK HIS TENT PEG AND GAVE HIM SUCH A CLOUT
YOU’LL GUESS WHERE NO DOUBT, SO HARD
FROM SUCH ACTIVITIES IN FUTURE HE’LL REFRAIN

I SAID TO MY PAL LES THAT’S MY LAST CAMPING TRIP
NO USE TO COMPLAIN EVEN THOUGH IT IS INANE
LIKE WEARING A BALL AND CHAIN
IN THE MAIN FOR THE PLAIN ON THE PLAINS
WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN, WHAT’S TO GAIN
I THINK IT’S ALL INSANE
LES SAID THEY CALL IT CAMPING FOR PLEASURE


MICMAC
 
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  84.     

Daft Old Bill

“DAFT OLD BILL”

I look up at the sky and think
What is it that poets see in you?
For all I can see
Is one massive blob of blue

There it is, the poet’s ‘lonely cloud’
To describe it, he takes great pains
But! All it does for me
Is, to open up and pour with rain

Then he says, ’he’s in such a jocund company’
And speaks of golden daffodils
‘In sprightly dance‘ which he then dances with
For god’s sake bill keep taking the pills

Next, he talks of, ‘the bliss of solitude’
‘Dancing with flowers’ No wonder he’s alone
‘His heart with pleasure fills’
As he ‘twinkles on the milky-way’ Via the twilight zone

So if you see someone ‘fluttering and dancing in the breeze’
‘swaying with ten thousand daffodils’
It’s only daft old bill

“You know the old saying! If a Wordsworth is worth doing, it’s a word worth doing properly.”

MICMAC
 
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