Three Petulant Poets

The Poet: WHB – 2020

Three Petulant Poets

There once was a poet from Ross
Who said “Do not mess with me, cos,
I will write you a verse
Which will contain a curse,
And you’ll never get over the loss.”

An Indian poet from Mysore
Said, “Do not mess with me, or,
I will write you a verse,
And you’ll soon need a hearse,
To take you to knock on Hell’s door.”

A poet from Irish Killarney
Had kissed that famed stone at Blarney.
He wrote endless verses
All riddled with curses,
Enough to frighten an army.

Killarney

[ Photo Blog #54 ]

One of the highlights of my visit to the South West of Ireland in 2003 was a tour by horse-drawn Jaunting (or jaunty) Car of Killarney’s Muckross House and gardens and of the world famous Killarney National Park and its lakes and mountains.

A still extant relic of the reign of Queen Victoria

This nineteenth century Victorian mansion is set against the stunning beauty of Killarney National Park.

The jaunty car taxi rank

By Killarney’s Lakes and Fells

A pause to take in the view

The Ruins of Killegy Chapel

In the graveyard of Killegy Chapel

Wild flowers in the Graveyard overlooking the lake

Tree growing inside the roofless nave of the chapel

The roofless chapel

Close-up view of a memorial – now open to the sky.

Return to Mucross House

The Ring of Kerry

At Beenarourke, County Kerry, Eire … Photo – WHB, 2003

If you ever go across the sea to Eire,
You will love it and be glad that you have been.
I can recommend you travel south to Kerry,
Then you will see the sights that I have seen.

You certainly should try the Ring of Kerry,
Just to watch the sun go down over the sea.
The beauty of its coastline is amazing,
No better in the world you will agree.

You can take a jaunty car out from Killarney,
Visit Muckross House, Ross Castle and Moll’s Gap.
You won’t find better views elsewhere in Ireland
However much you scour an Irish map.

You may even meet a travelling musician
Playing his squeeze box to the listening crowd.
He sings of love with lots of Irish blarney,
With wit he shares his history out loud.

At Beenarourke you’ll find Our Lady watching;
She silently observes the passers-by.
The circling helicopter keeps a lookout,
This Trinity enhance their Irish sky.

As well as ‘pinching’, with only the slightest of alterations, the first line of the well-known Irish song, ‘Galway Bay’, I have composed the verses above in the same form and metre as the well-known Irish song, ‘Galway Bay’.  If you know the tune, and should you feel so inclined,  you should be able to fit my words to it.    To refresh the memory of any who don’t know or remember the original words, I give below the lyrics of the first and last verses . . . 

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
Then maybe at the closing of your day,
You can sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay.

And if there’s gonna be a life here after,
And faith somehow I’m sure there’s gonna be,
I will ask my God to let me make my Heaven,
In that dear land across the Irish sea.

jaunty car – an open two-wheeled one-horse cart formerly widely used in Ireland