Three mad poets
\nby cricketjeff on May 21, 2008.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved
\nWhen she was a girl young Mairi bheag
\nWas sent to wash her tarry neck
\nShe liked to play wild games<\/p>\n
When she crashed her bike young Mairi bheag
\nWas left one day a scarry wreck
\nShe had to play wild games<\/p>\n
She walked at night that Mairi beag
\nHow she Loved a starry treck
\nI’m having fun with names<\/p>\n
What should she study young Mairi bheag
\nMechanics at some car-y tech?
\nNO!!! not too many dames<\/p>\n
If I made a bottle for Mairi bheag
\nWould she send me a Jarry Spec
\nSo? have I met my aims?<\/p>\n
Now Mairi had a friend Jeff Green
\nWho was sent off by old Ref Dean
\nhe was a naughty boy<\/p>\n
He learned to sign that kind Jeff Green
\nSo he could join the new deaf scene
\nHe was a thoughtful boy<\/p>\n
He went to dine that fool Jeff Green
\nThe food was bad “Where’s that chef been”
\nHe is a sarcy boy<\/p>\n
He wrote a tune did old Jeff Green
\nNo sharps or flats keeps the clef clean
\nC Major playing boy<\/p>\n
At antique stalls the odd\u00a0 Jeff Green
\nWould often search for rare deft treen
\nA wood collecting boy<\/p>\n
The two of them joined Sue Cardwell
\nTheir company used new hard sell
\nIt was a rotten flop<\/p>\n
The blue shed owned by Sue Cardwell
\nWas burnt into a blue charred hell
\nThe heating was a flop<\/p>\n
A perfume made by Sue Cardwell
\nWas not to good a “Phew Lard smell”
\nThe product was a flop<\/p>\n
The ad written by Sue Cardwell
\nWas featuring a Kew guard yell
\nThe marketing’s a flop<\/p>\n
A sailor sought by Sue Cardwell
\nI heard her say “where do Tars dwell”
\nI think we better stop!!!<\/p>\n
Author notes
\nAll sorts of people ask me how to pronounce Mairi’s name, like I should
\nknow!?!?!
\nSO I rhymed her to demonstrate, Sue then chipped in and this is what we are
\nleft with, please blame senility.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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