I used to think life was the child of serendipity.
A long time ago, it may have been.
In the hazy past, the silver river of life was dammed.
Redirected into a narrower, darker plan.
A box canyon of rationed light.
Rationed smiles rationed everything.
The damming has been going on for a millennium.
A billion-piece orchestra directed by a few parasites.
The unity of goodness has been sabotaged.
Force-fed distraction, division, bushels of lies.
The box canyon grows deeper, colder, more violent.
A giant black hole sitting at the bottom.
Swallowing the last lick of light.
daft colleen from precipitous Clare
bold like the Burren, grey bedrock stare
turloughs flowing, born and bred
banner county, father Ted
Cliffs of Moher she jumped for a dare
floaty accent, wayward man of Cork
culinary city, knife and fork
horizon dreams he was fed
Cobh harbour past Mizen head
around Kinsale then off to New York
bad tempered Kerryman lost his ring
by the Killarney lakes he did fling
butt of jokes, very cruel
Dingle berries, Carrantouhill
his MacGillycuddys reek and sing
Limerick poetess made you think
five lines she wrote then, ran out of ink
first, second and fifth must rhyme
shorter third and fourth are fine
but must keep their rhythm all in 'sync'
Tipperary jockey rode with pace
sure she won the Grand National race
cheered from lough Derg to Cashel
from Nenagh down to Clonmel
loud bells were rung for her steeplechase
Waterford witch, many followers
her crystal glass, many swallowers
toast to the oldest city
viking girl, very pretty
velvet voice. plenty polymers
Before the crowds entered in,
Before the lights would uncover the stage
The Ringmaster would stand and gaze.
Such a wonderful sight as they would bring in the clowns
Their colourful bicycles circling round and round.
Balloons and costumes,streamers and bells
Laughter and those childish yells.
The strongest man and the playful dwarfs
Knife throwers and fire eaters,
You couldn't ask for more.
Trapeze acts and flying wheels
Dancing parades and men of steel.
Sword swallowers and trampolenes
Swings and comic scenes.
The Ringmaster would proudly stroll in,
Before the lights would darken the stage
He would stand and gaze.
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