Contents:

·         Cat

·         Caterpillar

·         Christmas When

·         Frankie Wankie

·         Junira Nations

·         Approaching Twenty

·         Mná

·         Joan Maguire

·         My Love Bites

·         Lily White Breast

·         Alan Mullally’s Song (Now I’m Leaving)

·         The Hero

·         Kim Bassinger’s Diet

·         Statue

·         The Great God Pan

·         Worms

·         Spare a Thought

·         Resolution

·         Jimmy Loves Mary

·         Books

·         In Slattery’s

·         Krunchy and Milady

·         The Da

·         The Great Six-O

·         My Garden

·         Female Modes of Dress (or The Miniskirt)

·         Good Morning

·         The Dance in the Village Hall

·         Typing Section

·         Vacant Mood

·         Do You Yen for a Feel

·         Obsessed

·         Silver Wedding

·         Corrakit

·         The Civil Servant

·         The New Daughter of Houlihan

·         Mayo in July

·         Home Computers

·         Lewinsky

·         Jacussy

·         Tit Shaking

·         Paddy Macaroni

·         Hour on a Bean

The Outrageous Poems of Krunchie Killeen:

THE NEW DAUGHTER OF HOULIHAN

(After W. B. Yeats' Red Hanrahan's Song about Ireland)

Hoods laced tight, and eyes asquint against the blowing sand,

We brave the storm and walk on Cummin strand.

Wow! that old tree just broke in two and half has taken flight,

Then crashed and tumbled like a broken kite.

Great Scott! this storm could lift you off your feet

And toss you around like a piece of tumbleweed.

Let us at once retreat to our solid cabin, where

In two ticks we'll have blown the fire aflame,

And, over steaming cups of mulled red wine,

I'll watch the fire's flames dancing in your eyes.

Was that a clap of thunder?

Yes! and now it rolls

From Knocknarea's great cloud cap

Down across the stones.

Be not alarmed, but calmly stretch out on the bed

And let my magic hands instead

With aromatic oils your languid body treat,

Until at length I'll bend low and kiss your scented feet.

A sudden burst of thundery rain

Clatters and bangs upon the window pain

And we can even hear the stream in torrents roar

For by now the yellow pool on Clooth has over flown.

The storm inside our bodies to new heights has climbed

As I place the tall white candle inside the holy shrine.

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