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Shapiro # Michael Collins # Benji # Travolta # Arlene

Friday fell sunny
Killiney the beach
She purchased a Trek
A freewheeling peach
Joe Walsh is gone
The king of vacations
Shipping us out
To hundreds of nations
A wonderful voice
Helen Shapiro
Paper Lace, Billy
Don’t be a Hero
Great Michael Collins
Went to the moon
He passed it again
Just before noon
At old Ballyfin
Where Fionn Mac was Born
Beneath the Slieve Blooms
One fine sunny morn
Benji is off
On the big tractor
Travolta could dance
Tops as an actor
She’s just left the stage
Farewell to Arlene
Michelle said goodbye
With tears at the scene.

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Galen Weston # Helen McCrory # McCartney and Wings

Rich Galen Weston
Closes his story
As has a legend
Helen McCrory
Red flaming suns
By Poulnabrone
I pass through the Burren
In dreams all alone
Diving way down
Wild Midnight Zone
Blondie still hangs
On her telephone
Darning some lines
With needle and thimble
Spray from the sea
With drumstick and cymbal
Variants and strains
Vaccines and clots
Conspiracy theorists
Joining the dots
Sweet scented whins
And oilseed rape
Strolling on by
Together we’d gape
Band on the Run
McCartney and Wings
One pint a day
Amongst other things.

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Uri # Shay # Mr. Heaney # Goodbye to Lee # John Dawes

Six decades now
Since Uri went up
Then put on a chute
And jumped from the cup
A lark in the air
Veronica Dunne
Took part it the game
A game which she won
Bright morning sun
On elms in Clonsilla
Clint was the man
So sang the Gorillas
Eccentric and bright
Forthright and steely
One final encore
Go easy Shay Healy
Our Rachel Blackmore
Yes everything rhymes
Won the big race
Most glorious times
Late Mr. Heaney
The poet from Derry
His birthday today
When blossoms the cherry
Dublin’s Lee Dunne
Said Goodbye to the Hill
Farewell to John Dawes
Such power and skill.

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Top Cat and Friends # AC Milan

Much loved Top Cat
Smart-ass Bugs Bunny
Poor Elmer Fudd
Ain’t got no money
When AC Milan
Drew with Athlone
‘Erin Go Bragh’
Sang Nina Simone
Poor willow warblers
Oh such a folly
Cuckoos they feed
Yet they seem jolly
That man again
I’ve not met one smarter
Bob and the case
Of one Rubin Carter
Bent out of shape
And turned into jazz
‘She’s leaving Home’
With Razz A Ma Tazz
Prince Philip checks out
A young ninety nine
Birds in their nests
Sang Auld Lang Syne
I stepped to the left
I stepped to the right
Was hit by a train
My step was pure shyte.

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Suez Canal # Clapton # Garryowen

The Suez Canal
Was blocked by a barge
Whilst ceasing all trade
Yes she was in charge
Old monkey puzzle
Native of Chile
No dino would touch
That would be silly
The black browed babbler
Like Lazarus came back
Napoleon’s nephew
The first one to track
The Beacon now giving
Random injections
Chosen ones picked
To kill the infection
Clapton of Cream
Is seventy six
Some dude on a strat
He knows all the tricks
April the first
Caught for a fool
No harm was done
Looked like a tool
The Garryowen’s gone
Oh Jackal and Latch
Is it still the same game ?
They kick and they catch !

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Peter # Billy # Johnny # Rachael # Jessica

Leeds Peter Lorimer
Has gone through the stiles
Some line-up they had
With Bremner and Giles
Young Rachael Blackmore
Hit them for six
A spiffing fine Jockey
A star in the mix
Ireland beat England
No more to say
Forwards and backs
A superb display
Old fairy forts
And long buried henge
Oh show no respect
Be sure of revenge
A bottle of Harp
And ten Major fags
The juke box is free
Whack on the Jags
One last Martini
Jessica Walter
Play Misty for Me
No rein or halter
That lad on the phone
To Sylvia’s Mother
Don’t know his name
Twasn’t her brother.

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St Patrick # Mario Puzo # Dan O’Hara

Hail glorious St Patrick
The saint of our isle
Colubrids banished
And done with some style
Olympic heroes
Products of truth
Ronnie Delaney
Kate and Carruth
Capone wore silk ties
Brando and Deano
Mario Puzo
Don Al Pacino
What’s good for the goose
Is good for the gander
LSD trips
And pink salamanders
Selling his matches
Purged Dan O’Hara
Robbed of his land
In old Connemara
Stand on a bin
And have a good rant
Electric the buzz
Just ask Eddy Grant
Shakespeare had Irish
Experts now say
He could be from Cork
Dungannon or Bray?

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Marvin Hagler # Padraic Colum # C J

The bell has just tolled
For great Marvin Hagler
Tough as old boots
Never a straggler
She Moved Through the Fair
And late Padraic Colum
Fabulous Clare
And cold Pollnagollum
God ancient graves
The stones of Forth Mountain
Views of the Hook
Froths of the fountain
If you like to tweet
Or follow on twitter
Just never write off
The runt of the litter
New wave and punk
Zero containment
Black suits and shades
That’s Entertainment
Be so grateful for
The gifts that thou ow’st
Thank nature’s way
And leave out the boast
C J has called it
Stander that is
Yes he’s played his part
It’s really his biz

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Oprah & Meghan # Steppenwolf # Frano

Choristers singing
Sweet songs from the trees
Old spirits join in
With bold rapparees
Wonderful Oprah
The US Miss Marple
Getting it down
With dear Meghan Markle
Dudes on their boards
On our televisions
Cool Guinness ads
Je T’aime- Joy Division
Great Steppenwolf
The prairie canine
Born to be Wild
Preying on swine
Follow your dreams
And all your intentions
Farewell oh Farewell
And Fairport Convention
Sail on Cliff Simon
Over Atlantis
Glide like a bird
As forever advances
Neil Francis at Auch
Had France on the go
The best ever game
We’ve seen in ‘the Row’

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Buffalo Springfield # Bunny Wailer # Sir Terry

Down the west pier
The seagulls did laugh
And every green pillow
Was lit up with dafs
Groups of craw thumpers
Post mass to deface
It now has evolved
They have cyber space
Buffalo Springfield
And see through tapes
Tears in the pints
The Bunch of Grapes
Beautiful Limerick
Sir Terry Wogan
Paulie and Paco
And Galloping Hogan
Saddle and girth
Stirrup and bridle
A horse with no name
And fab Billy Idol
Jamaica of song
And cone-like inhalers
A massive goodbye
To Great Bunny Wailer
They called channel one
We got channel two
The scrum it went down
My face in the poo.

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