Prime Rib
Prime rib bone in, marbled fat
Spiced with garlic cloves
Smoked slowly on a grill with
Mesquite wood chips till
Center is slight pink
Melts in my
Mouth!
The Snowman
There was a snowman with a cigar in his mouth, Who said, “this could easily go south!”
The sun’s coming down, I fear that I’ll drown,
I’m smoking my way down to Louth
Jean
Catholic, Student, Single, Parent
Child of Rita and Sean, Child of God
Lover of faith, goodness, all children
Who feels blessed, inspired, confident
Who fears for the world, her soul, the unborn
Who would like to see Jesus, Heaven, her mother again
Resides in Ardee County Louth
McLoughlin
by Jean McLoughlin
Some lads are running with the ball,
leather, pointed, played by all, though
some would say it’s from the south,
it’s just as popular, up in Louth
Now not for me to bring up class,
seems that would be rather crass,
but here’s the thing that holds
steadfast, most of us are middle-class
But we don’t care where your’e from,
when you tackle like a bomb, we’re all
the same when match is done…
beer, good cheer, and clubhouse fun.
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