Quidnuncs flaidh cheoil:
how’s your ole terror feyther?
Still on the run in Spain?
And your mother, don’t you love her,
the twisted sister of Cain.
And you, you monster,
a towering babble of lardo
thinking we’re lesser devos,
are you well in this world,
did you churl of curling
or gainsay Brian Boru?
Post! I did one, mummy.
Then get cleaned up and
come down for your breakfast,
I’m in charge, you are being
told to obey, to be good
to not let the side down.
To do your very best
Give one hundred percent
Already you have found out that
blood is thicker than water,
but you don’t know what it means
up
til
four…
Phone
Answer
Chatter
Au revoire.
The day begins with a list, a money saving list, a cautionary list, a list of foreseeable need, a list of great existential consequence.
Oh, hello
Europe
This early
Eye woe cup
Rite
Grimbeau 