Vomit deposited on ejection in Temple Bar (Work in Progress)

I stepped in vomit yesterday,

Along a lane in Temple bar.

I wondered who had left it there

And if they had to travel far.

And if the vomit travelled too

Or at least a part of it

From whatever city came

The visitor that made Dublin green.

Trees and Workers

Get yer laughing gear around that, its a big shopping centre in Ballymena Haiy,

Marginally better off than some does not mean you’re happy.

Drink up son its time to go.

Play me a song about trees and workers

In a seedy Amsterdam bar.

Lizard of My Dreams

Its back, that Lizard of my childhood dreams

Eating mango chutney and dragonfly cream

At a drive in restaurant with roller-skate waitresses

Flicking its tongue back and forth as they pass.

It casts a glancing eye at a fast moving ass

What it is thinking of is a mystery to me

But thats the way dream Lizards are see

And I have no wish to change that no siree.

Mister once you’ve got your dream Lizard

You’ll never dream alone again

Be your dreams about fast women or

Back in your toddler days play pen.

So welcome that Lizard and don’t be afraid

And when it comes to tea make fly marmalade

With bits of wing, leg and orange peel

Served on spider sourdough toast.

I felt an orgasm in my brain.

 

Did Ogden Nash get the same rush as me

The one that fills my head with glee

When he wrote his poetry.

I’d guess he did, his giddy verse

Would make the cerebral orgasm traverse

The globe of his head in a flash.

Eyes opened wide

By this onrushing tide

Gathering pace like a fairground ride

Off the walls of his brain it would crash.

 

Would he explode with delight

In the middle of night

Unable to get back to sleep

Until he unloaded

The rhyme that unfolded

From tropical waters deep?

 

When he wrote of “The Cow”

Did he ruminate how

Academics would get in a fluster

With lofty debates

If he was of the greats

With all seriousness they could muster?

 

When the story of how

America was found

Was turned to the style of a Limerick

 Did Ogden just glide

On the surf of the tide

Like the Nina and Santa Maria.