tea in my boots.
Henry landed in Ballykilduff,
Castleknock Henry; that is a fact,
In the dark of the night it happened, it did,
At the end of my garden he landed, then hid.
Breda, dear wife, wake up will you please?
Something has landed and I am all in a tizz!
Leave me alone, she answered, I’m beat,
With those words on her lips she fell fast asleep.
Donning my gown and slippers I left,
Her sleeping soundly and into the kitchen I crept,
Taking hold of light; the torch, my best friend,
Into the garden I stealthily went.
Along the path, man and light progressed,
Then climbed the fence, into the field with its guests,
Pointing my torch a thing before me,
I saw a cat, a big one, trying to flee.
What is it doing? I said a bit loud,
Signalling my place, my location – and…
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