Phyllis, My Secret Squirrel
We met in Dublin, in disguise,
Fair City's beer glass swayed my eyes
It wasn't such a great surprise
To meet that pair of sparking eyes
Those eyes that lit up and glowed bright
Shining with the second sight
A spanish girl or Molly's ghost?
It matters little, in the night
But sober monr brough such a fright!
My pants, it seemed, were far too tight
And I was blasted with a blight
A touch of shore leave spent unwise.
Sweet venery, your souvenir
Has caused me quite a fright, I fear
I very nearly spilled my beer
There, in Dublin, far but near.
I shall return, some fog-bound morn
When on a listless stretcher borne
Upon my loins, a crown of thorn
Left there by her whose love was lorn
Contributors: | Fester, MRQ, Beefy, fester, Grayman, TG, Looby, P, spedders, Apsley, Yoxi. |
Poem finished: | 15th August 2000. |