Dapper, dashing, A kindly, articulate, Nattily attired gentleman His eyes were a kind hearted Pale blue. Daily he walked past… Read more Sorry Eyes
Read the news, O boy I’m walking through a graveyard. Soft graves mean hard times.
November the month of The Souls in Purgatory. Purgatory cleanses the imperfect soul Of the deceased. November cleanses the Remaining… Read more November Purgatory
Keep our leader in . Humpty Dumpty must not Fall. Save us from the Cold.
The Jester murmured to King Colm and his Queen In a hushed voice. ‘There’s much Folly in Blowing out the… Read more Colm Against Fitheach
I looked in the mirror And saw one of those people Who have the Skulls Of Saints, Mouthing the words… Read more The Face In the Mirror
All is still here heading toward the bottom An unknown undertaker brings out an orange and yellow pall. Life is… Read more The Past Must Die
I’ve found the perfect room With doors and windows Leading through time and space. A prominent picture Of the Virgin… Read more Enter My Room Please
The artist sees a massive block of stone With an infinite number of statues imprisoned in it Of which only… Read more Pressure
The Pearly Queen, on Friday nights, Stands by her apple carts. As passers by walk down the road She shows… Read more How Do You Like Them Apples?