A word of warning.....
A Poem which attempts to dissuade you from bringing your Elephant to the Dáil
Don't bring your Elephant to the Dáil
I don't care if he likes Labour, Greens, or Fianna Fáil,
He wouldn't fit in there at all, 't all, at all
No he wouldn't fit in the Oireachtas
He'd be sure to annoy the poor aul Cheann Chomhairle
He wouldn't sit still, go to sleep, like them all, yeah
He'd be sure to vote wrong, then have to call ye
And say, "We did our best and they mocked us"
Yes, you'll soon find your Ivory toothed friend
is prone to the Royal "we" which no end
annoys all the politicians, who tend
to find trunks more inclined to get blocked, thus
There'd be so many problems, no bail out could solve
so pack him his trunks, tell him better evolve
get on with his life, cos you won't be involved
No Dáil for your elephant today
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