A short romance © Tony Fallon 062718
TheMorrisMinor©️2022TonyFallon0616
I watched the full moon rise and shine on the frosty grass
As I sat on the old worn style waiting for my lass
I had gone to school with her I know her forever
She was always head of the class she is darn clever
She claims she is not in love with little Jimmy Brown
And says she'll be my girlfriend if I'll take her to town
I know she likes Jimmy too, but I think I'm finer
He has a bicycle I have a Morris Minor
Besides other fellas' cars I know it is not much
But it will start up by pushing when you pop the clutch
that way you do not have to be overly alarmed
if you come outside and the battery is not charged
But I must get back again to my pretty Rose Anne
Who from her head to her toes is always spick and span
In our national school we used to sing in the choir
I'd like to spend our winter nights sitting by our fire
I will talk to her father soon and turn on the charm
I love the ground she walks on a fifty acre farm
He knows from dealing with me I'm no way immature
And Rose Anne and her children will always be secure
She's the exact opposite of her cranky mother
if I can't have Rose Anne I don't want any other.
Her answers are honest and in no way confusing
What brains this girl has and she is also amusing
It's a joy to watch her just going about her task
I want to live with her that's why I'm going to ask
People say that travel can broaden a person's mind
And a dip in the ocean can help most girls unwind
If she remains with Jimmy her chances would be slim
That she would wind up in Salthill for an ocean swim
Although she is a lovely girl she would be dismayed
If the car would not start in the famous promenade
So I'll save for a battery then we can go far
My pretty Rose Anne in my wee Morris Minor car
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Glasses©️2022TonyFallon0609
Her name is Rachael and she's a cure for sore eyes
She's the one who measured my face for my glasses size
When she asked me to focus, she didn't have to ask twice
It was like I was gazing at the bird of paradise
She said if I was careful there never should be cracks
I'd like to know more about her, but I have no contacts
Last time there were mistakes this time they did not occur
When she typed on the keyboard, her fingers were a blur
Her efficiency today is an asset to any store
She may be as young as twenty or as old as twenty-four
In this day of the screaming Karens she was so composed
No drama, conceit or pretensions she was well disposed
Her answers were to the point and in no way confusing
With the brains this smart girl has she was barely cruising
It was a joy to watch her just going about her task
I wanted to know where she was going but I didn't ask
The time went too fast in a blink or two we were finished
If you cannot see her beauty your eyesight is diminished
In my daily travels I am not too easily impressed
So, whenever I meet someone special, I feel I've been blessed
When some see beauty there's no comment, I do the reverse
I write down my observations in a brand-new verse
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TheConquerer©2022TonyFallon0602
Recently in Northern Ireland 100.000 celebrated the 100th anniversary of the setting
up of the 6 Counties. A system where Catholics were not allowed to vote and were discriminated against in employment and housing. Where their homes were burned, and thousands fled
south with nothing but the clothes on their backs. Some people would be ashamed to celebrate.
The conqueror introduced us to coffee and teas
And took away our lumber by cutting down our trees
For building ships our timber was of the finest grade
But it left our fields bare and our cattle without shade
Religion was banned in school, so we had hedge classes
They made priests illegal and banned our Sunday masses
Often the hunted priest said mass for his loyal flock
On a secure hill and for the altar used a rock
They took our little farms and assembled big estates
And then charged the poor previous owners rent and rates
The landlord system by English gentry was designed
But taking our land by force it was newly defined
It almost sounds legal when it's called a plantation
Thus, breeding anger in another generation
All young ones in the house to do hard work were willing
How else to raise money to pay the weekly shilling?
If the rent wasn't paid on time the house and land was seized
To die by the roadside either hungry or diseased
What was the good lord thinking when he sent us the blight?
And halved the population because of death and flight
So little effort was made to reduce starvation
They thought a famine would reduce the population
Besides it's known hungry men can't fight a revolution
And with O'Connell dead there was less noise pollution
The rebels had few guns, so they fought with pike and fork
In Wexford and then later on in Kerry and Cork
Each decade sacrificed some brother's fathers and sons
Blood spilled on their native soil by angry English guns
Those who tried included Fr Murphy and brave Wolfe Tone
And many buried where they fell without a head stone
A happy home was where family was together
And a farm that would provide food in the cold weather
The rebel won't settle for less in the isle of green
Nor will he ever bow to an English King or Queen
Still the struggle went on with fighting cruel and fierce
Even more recently we had Connolly and Pearce
From the life of leisure poor Irish people were barred
The servant system invented to make them work hard
The bible says when hungry you beg borrow or steal
In Ireland it was a major crime to steal oatmeal
For a minor crime you could for weeks be on remand
Then transported on a boat to Van Diemen's land
To victors go the spoils even if taken by force
In Ulster they still take pride without shame or remorse
