Clogyrnach: Who’s to Blame?

I had a thought, the person who decided on the pronunciation of quiche was clearly an arsehole. This poem is a result of that thought. Honestly, quiche, quay, faux pa, pleaseThis nonsense brings me to my kneesWho gave them their name?All one and the sameWho's to blame?The Frenchies This is all in good fun. No … Continue reading Clogyrnach: Who’s to Blame?

The Day After The Day After

Perched betwixt towering monumentsI possess no title or nameI exist, solely to cowerin the shadow of their fame I must rise from the Christmas wrappingHere I will make my standBefore the champagne cannons blareMy victory will be in hand A notice, let Boxing Day bewareFrom now until ever afterI will call myselfThe day after, the … Continue reading The Day After The Day After

A Visit from St. Mouselas(a retelling of A Visit from St Nicholas)

'Twas the night before Christmas,when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring,except I, the mouse; The stockings were hungby the chimney with care;Can't wait 'til they findmy droppings in there; The children were nestledall snug in their beds;I spared a few nuggetsFor their sweet resting heads; The wife had had some wine,and the father … Continue reading A Visit from St. Mouselas(a retelling of A Visit from St Nicholas)