There’s a hole in ma wee sock
That Mollys run amok
The world is tumblin round ma ears
And I’ve turned into a right old dear
T will teach me how to knit
And embroider a little bit
Ciara’s on the Morgans spice
It is nice with lots of ice
And our Barry - he’s a geg
He’d drink beer by the keg
Vikki bakes a wee cake
Puts a smile on Declan’s bake
Ohh he's James now - What to heck
He can’t change his name back
Nearly finished my wee poem
As I listen to this song
And the song is Mack the knife
A song of death and of life
my poems of facebook and some chums
Who make life less humdrum
So I dip into their world
While I knit and I purl
That’s a joke now - it really is
I’m just sitting drinking fizz.
The bottle popped- cork hit the ceiling
Molly ran and started squealing
So I had to calm her down
So we danced all around
Now we’re having a little sip
Well maybe more than a little bit
So goodnight dears one and all
And tomorrow do not call.
(too early):)
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