The Fling
Fiddles to the left
And the feral goat
fiddles to the right
from the men in the boat
Drinks to the left
And wave the red flag
The same to the right
And we’ll all have a drag
Food to the left
food to the right
We’ll be here all day
in the middle of the night
Now remember
I’m first, your 2nd
Beethoven’s 5th
and I’m going home
after this
Have you got a lift? No?
I’ll dropp you off at the cross
But not a word about, you know...
‘course not, d’ya think I’m an ejit
poem by Sean Joyce
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