“Are ya readin that
paper you’re sitt’n on?”
Her colleen Irish
eyes held mine
With her gift for strident
speaking
There was no chance I
might decline
From my seat detached
the magazine
Displayed my most appealing span
Apologised for lack
of thoughtfulness
In hope of smoothing
her chagrin
“Well you are a
graceless eejit
Lickarse langer more
than fair
You’ve scrunched my
fecking magazine
You are a bollix in
my chair”
“Can I also have my
cup of tea”
Her eyes aflame with
indignation
“Now shut yer gob and
pass my coat
I’m feeling gombean
saturation”
I could 'hear' the lilt of her charming tones!...I really liked this...it has such a light airy feel to it, a snippet plucked from everyday life to bring a smile to these part-Irish eyes o' mine!...:)
ReplyDeleteMine too Lynn. My lot shout from Cork
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