He’s not a mean or
nasty lout,
In fact, were you to ask about
Our Paddy Craig O’Connor boy,
You’d find he’s just a hoi polloi.
He’ll shoulder in, with work to do
He loves his wife, and kiddies too,
He’s loyal, almost to a fault,
A fisherman – a seasoned salt.
But after a long day at sea
He’ll meet the boys occasionally,
And, of the good stuff, have a dram,
Then get himself into a jam.
‘Cause Paddy, when he’s had a few,
Well, there’s nothing he won’t do,
Though he draws the line at lawless stuff,
He doesn’t quit till he’s had enough.
He’s mixed the pigs in with the sheep,
And upset everybody’s sleep,
Howled with the dogs, sang with the cats,
Joined Ladies Aid with a box of bats.
Dropped a pig in the local pub,
Took chickens to the senior’s club.
Yes, Paddy really had a bent.
For mischief everywhere he went.
Until that time e’en Paddy knew
He’d knocked the Universe askew.
He had to make a major change.
Frivolities, he’d rearrange . . .
It’d started harmlessly enough,
With Paddy swimming ‘in the buff’.
Just floating out there in the bay
Till the Archbishop
came his way.
I must admit, how could he know?
An august visitor would show,
But there He was upon the sand,
With formal robes and raise-ed hands.
Well, Paddy rose out of the waves
Wearing just what God had ‘gave’,
Advanced to ask Him “What's the craic?”
And give His Grace’s hand a shake.
And right there on the sea levee,
And in his frank
and simple way,
Beseeched His Excellence to leave.
A blessing for one
who believed.
The blunt request no
sooner said,
His Grace’s face turned slightly red,
T’was only then Pad realized
They were the mark of many eyes.
The village, all, was there to see.
Pad sobered up immediately,
And in the mayhem
that ensued,
Vowed he would be more subdued.
So if you’re staying there to sleep,
Hear pigs and chickens and some sheep,
Know, with those feats of fun and brawn,
That Paddy’s clothes are staying on.
Last week's words were: levee, mayhem, blessing, archbishop, frank, and blunt.
Okay, yes, I'm behind. But these words were too good to miss!
Hop over to Delores' and see what her other followers have concocted!
Wow! That's an amazing gift Diane!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rena! That means so much to me!
DeleteOh my gosh....that was FANTASTIC....freakin' FANTASTIC.
ReplyDeleteThe greatest praise of all, Delores! Thank you!
DeleteHahahahaha! Good job!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Jenny! :)
DeleteOh, Diane. That was fantastic. :-)
ReplyDeletePearl
So happy you liked it, Pearl! :)
DeleteI cannot tell you how much I needed that laugh. Late or not, I'm so glad you got to use those words. So much fun!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed it! Delores is a genius! And a little bit devious . . .
DeletePaddie, oh, Paddie. A crazy good poem and story using Delores' words---excellent.
ReplyDeleteThat Paddie! Everyone has at least one . . .
DeletePaddy sounds like a regular rogue, perhaps he is part leprechaun.
ReplyDeleteI think you may be right! :)
Delete