Alcatraz # Johnny Hates Jazz # Mike Slemen
Floating Spike Island
Our own Alcatraz
A great pace to kip
And Johnny Hates Jazz
And so we have reached
The year’s shortest day
Soon the first Lambs
Will leap prance and play
England’s Mike Slemen
A flash on the wing
Reached paradise
And met with his king
Joyce’s ‘ The Dead’
A brilliant novella
Glides through my town
Like a gay tarantella
Buskers in D 4
Grace the abode
Shane Glen and Finbar
Sing Raglan Road
And yes it did fall
A wondrous frost
And our Christmas day
Would never be lost
Hampers for sale
For snooty tyre kickers
Stewed prunes and stout
And ten pairs of knickers.
Beidh mé ar ais…Sláinte.