Ode on winning of de Entente Florale

Ode on winning of  de Entente Florale

For Joseph Lordan

Told ye so. Told ye we could win it

‘Spite de filth o' de likes o' ye

With yere baseball caps and yere baggy pants ,

Yere ghetto blasters and yere nigger music,

Yere flagons and yere Mitsoobeachies*,

And de trainee hoors hanging offa ye.

Rollin in muck ye are, de flays ating ye.

Manged an’ stinkin like tinkers’ mares

like yere faaders and mudders before ye,

but I’d say yere not too sure who bore ye

Shir who pished you out Twishty? De milkman?

De coalman? One o' Fossetts’ weepin clowns?

This here’s ‘come a champion little  town

All down to good people like me.

We’ve patched every crack with vines ,

Blossoms cover every stain. Tis like paradise,

‘ceptin ye, ye shnakes,  ye divils,  ye dirty filthy

feckin animals. Ye give us all a bad name.

*Mitsubishis are a  brand of E

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Ode on winning of  de Entente Florale is from my 2007 Collection The Boy in The Ring.