Terry Ireland Poet Rhyme

Finnegans Horse Full Circle

Life goes full circle Harry Finnegan thought,
Admiring his newly refurbished vending cart;
Spick and span with racy lines, a proper seat,
Digital till, weatherproofed, and state of the art
Men lean street ready selling machine.
And here I am back in the old game,
So much changed so that only
Me and the nag are the same.
Finnegan’s horse stifled a chortle.
Old Harry didn’t know of course
But standing between those shafts
Was a veritable living Bionic Horse,
From the communications point, 
With video cams and blue tooth sets,
Fully primed and satellite linked
To all the local police comms net.
They would always know his position
Within a radius of ten point four feet
On demand any time of day or night
And every bit so wonderfully neat.
And to ease the boredom
If trade was slow and idle
He’d got radio one 
Broadcast through his bridle.
Let’s get on the road 
It’s nearly time 
To continue the fight 
Against rising crime.
Would their cunning plan still work?
It was after all a whole year
Since Harry’s last rode his round;
The police needn’t have had any fear
At every corner there were lines
And very excited citizens queues
All there to say hello 
Excited by the news
That Yoghurt and Milk were back
And Harry Finnegan rode again.
Tears could be seen in the eyes 
Of even the hardest of the men:
And the police looked forward 
To some well paid overtime
In their hi tech venture against
That local petty crime.
And all loved Old Harry and his horse
Though not in any carnal way, of course

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