Blessington Lake, a place so surreal,
Where water joins land and matter joins meal,
A place of distinction renowned far and near,
A place of great solitude, but it covers a fear…
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You see, this expanse of great water is hiding an act
A village that was covered long ago; it’s a fact.
Deep under the water it’s slumbering until.
The day it’s exposed again, resurrected, unfilled
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Every now and again, when the weather’s so dry,
The depth of these waters, lowering at bit at a time,
Reveal the hamlet, usually beneath its cruel wake,
The streets and the cobbles, the houses in the lake.
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When this comes about, bones surly move,
Rising up from the mud; it’s a fact, it’s been proved!
Pre-ambling about, amongst the ruins of their lives,
Rekindling old friendships, I tell you no lie.
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The waters soon returning mire over it all,
Drowning the ghosts, the streets and the halls,
And no one will know or suspect that below,
Are the bones of lost loved ones asleep in that hole.
Altamont Gardens, standing alone,
Is a vision of excellence; garden and home.
Standing so proud, yet hidden from view,
Altamont Gardens is waiting for YOU.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Go visit it today!
Ireland is a cesspit,
Mired by bankers’ waste,
Brought down by their corruption,
Destroyed – and with such haste.
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Where, oh where is the justice,
To punish these men of shame,
To make THEM pay for what they did,
Why aren’t THEY held to blame?
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Why is it us, the average man,
And woman who takes the pain?
What did WE do, to be punished so,
We are CERTAINLY not to blame.
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I think it’s all a part of some,
Big plan by those up high,
To take control of the world’s affairs,
To enslave us until we die.
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You might laugh me, and say I’m mad,
Thinking such things – and how,
But the day will come; you’ll see that I’m right,
I only wish you’d see it now.
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I say remove those jerks, those men in suits,
Each and every one,
Politicians too; they are just as bad,
Don’t rest until they are all gone.
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Let’s start a New World Order, I say,
In which we, the people, soar high,
Where we can live in peace and wealth,
Unchained from corrupt men’s lies.
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This day will come, make no mistake,
Men in suits, bereft of sense,
You will be punished, held accountable,
You’ll get your comeuppance!
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Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush
Here we go round the mulberry bush on a cold and frosty morning
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This is the way jump out of bed, jump out of bed, jump out of bed
This is the way jump out of bed on a cold and frosty morning
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Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush
Here we go round the mulberry bush on a cold and frosty morning
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This is the way we run downstairs, run downstairs, run downstairs
This is the way we run downstairs on a cold and frosty morning
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Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush
Here we go round the mulberry bush on a cold and frosty morning
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This is the way we mitch from school, mitch from school, mitch from school
This is the way we mitch from school on a cold and frosty morning
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Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush
Here we go round the mulberry bush on a cold and frosty morning
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Here we go gathering nuts in May, nuts in May, nuts in May
Here we go gathering nuts in May away from school this morning
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‘Oh, those naughty, naughty children!’
Mary had a ‘little’ lamb so round, so fat and plump,
It tried to follow her everywhere but it couldn’t even jump.
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One day when Mary was not at home it set off in a trot,
Searching all about the place to see just where she’d got.
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Despite it searching everywhere the poor lamb could not see,
That Mary had eloped and gone with Jill’s young Jack, hee, hee.
Somewhere on earth, I think
Stories for children and young at heart adults
What goes around comes around
When the minister responsible for intruding these abominations announced their arrival, he told us, he promised us, that they were going to be operating OVERTLY.
What he didn’t tell us, though, was that it was only for six months.
After that they have been operating covertly as was the plan
from the outset.
Is there such a thing as a politician who can actually tell the TRUTH, the WHOLE TRUTH, and nothing but the TRUTH, without misleading the populace in the process?
It was no April Fool’s Day yesterday — but it might well have been, watching the shenanigans going on. And it was certainly no joke for the driver of a clamped mobile speed-camera van. The van was clamped on Dublin’s Pembroke Road and the driver had to stump up €80. Dublin City Council confirmed that the van was owned by GoSafe, the private company that operates the mobile speed-camera service around the country for the gardai. It is understood that the van was clamped because it did not have a valid permit. The gardai would not comment yesterday.
Is this Harry Potter’s Ford Anglia,
The one he drove so carelessly,
The car he almost destroyed,
In an evil, swirling tree?
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Or is it another Ford Anglia,
Protected, cosseted, well cared,
A car, discreet and so boring,
An entirely different affair?
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Look at its gleaming paintwork,
And chrome so shiny and new,
No, this is not Harry Potter’s Ford Anglia,
Though, I wish it were mine – I certainly do!
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The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 