Short Mcbride Poems

He was named Joseph Steven McBride
He never had any fun it can’t be denied.
His life was all glum
Of joy he had none.
Since he never lived, he still hasn’t died....

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On the beach sat the fisher McBride
With his pole in a stand by his side
Then suddenly he had a big bite
And his pole took off into flight
Up he sprang, his mouth open wide...

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I know I should not care
About the skinny ribs of a pear
But when you are eating one
And your tooth gets hurt, it is no fun.

I thought they did not have bones I said.
Who told you that? Asked my neighbor Red.
I had some before, and there was nothing hard inside.
Maybe they took the ribs out, suggested Mr. McBride....

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Wife’s hair was blowing when they took their ride.
My hairdo is awful! Said Mrs. Goosy McBride.
Her old geezer husband said “wish we had stayed inside.”
No longer cherishing his time with his bride.

They are grumpy for sure, said a neighbor who saw.
She is a doctor, and he studies boring mortgage law.
They never smile or party or wave or act friendly at all.
Their persnickety stuck-up attitudes are rather small....

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Oh Ireland i have seen your beauty
 I have seen your hatred too
 I have heard the songs of rebellion
 The war of words,the words of death.
 You remember Pearce,Connolly and Mcbride
 You forget the children who have died
 Died because of your ignorance
 Died,because of you,the people
 Who stand and watch,then turn away
 When will you learn that no-one wins
 In the game of war and hate
 But everybody loses
 For you, is it too late ??...

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