DESCRIPTION
An unusual story told in poetry about one of the most beautiful countries in the world. Please let me know what you think. Gary [335 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am an ambulance assistant with a private ambulance service, under contract to Metropolitan Ambulance Service, Melbourne Australia. I have never considered myself a poet, however sometimes I like to write passages that come to mind. As you can see I have no formal training, bit I like to write about things around me. [April 2000]
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The Luck Of The Irish Gary Thompson
The Luck of the Irish
Deep in the Great Sandy Desert
Lives a man and the army from hell,
They feel hate for the world, like no one would believe,
There are stories, even they wouldn't tell.
The purest of lands lies to the west of UK ,
Where friendship and love are of fame,
In the north of this kingdom there's always trouble at hand,
And they are Murphy and Paddy by name.
A telephone call to the Great Sandy Desert,
'Tis Paddy calling you, Mr. Hussein,
My call is to tell you, our country wants war,
We will fight like a raging hurricane".
Saddam was thrilled as he listened to the news,
There were goose bumps all over his skin,
Adrenaline was pounding throughout his thick frame,
On his face, a delightful grin.
"Well Paddy" Saddam said, as he fought for control,
"Your army, how big would it be"?,
There'd be Murphy, me-self and young Sean from next door
And for sure, the whole domino's team".
"Well Paddy me mate, I have to tell you
My army is one million plus,
We have thousands of tanks, and ammo tenfold
Enough firepower, to fill many a bus".
"Really" said Paddy, " I must ring you back",
Of which he did, the very next day,
"The war is still on" he said to Hussein,
"We're now airborne, I'm quite pleased to say".
"We've modified Ted's glider with rifles in the cockpit,
Your sky's will be not safe from us,
Your future looks black from our side of the globe,
And our bridge club has now joined ten plus".
A moment of silence before Saddam came back,
"Paddy, I must tell you of my aircraft as well,
I have ten thousand bombers and twenty thousand Mig,
And now two million solders as well".
"Faith and Begorrah!" said Paddy; "I must ring you back",
Of which he did, the very next day,
"We have to call off the war", he said to Hussein,
"My people have spoken this way".
"Our island is rich but we need your land too,
We don't feel we've shown too much greed,
But begorra begosh, we've all had a chat,
And two million prisoners, we just cannot feed".