'Tis Christmas O'Leary

[Neville Briggs]

That a real reel Neil, perfect rhythm for the theme.



Neville.

[Bellobazza]

'Tis Christmas, 'tis Christmas, Begum and Begorrah!
O'Leery, O'Reilly, you God-fearin' men,
the gold that yer seekin' will come on the morrah.
Sure, it's bound to be flowin' right out of yer pen!

Nollaig shona duit!

Cheers, Will.

[Glenny Palmer]

Hey Keatsy! That'd be a bonza song. (Be quick, before Mannie grabs it....the song that is....)

[warooa]

'tis Easter, dear Glenny, well nearly . . not many
days left til Good Friday I'm told
and O'leary; what's he doin? I bet he'd be spewin'
if he saw todays price of that gold

$1500 an oz. (hey Terry . . . wait for me)

[warooa]

An earworm, dear Heather (who's under the weather)
cos birthdays can have that affect.
The tune won't stop humming cos Christmas is coming
and sleigh bells and halls will be decked

[Heather]

STOP! STOP! STOP I tell you! Another year of O'Leary ringing in my ears! Geez, did you get a look at the date of those posts?

Yep, Coles have the decorations in already - but I reckon Neville already knew that.

[Bob Pacey]

Its Christmas young Martin so stop all ya fartin
about and ya slanderous use of Keats rhyme.
Steve get back to sleeping the daylight is creeping
so soon you will hear the morning bell chime.

It's Christmas now Heather forget the cold weather
and leave poor Neils car wiper fetish alone.
He just cannot believe that stupid poets would leave
their cars parked where unsavoury characters roam.

Bob

[Terry]

You've started something here Neil,

The Irish certainly lend themselves to things poetic don't they.

Enjoyed your poem mate.

Cheers Terry