Bubble, Bubble, potatoes & cabbage,
if i'm not Irish, i could be a savage.
In honour of Rocky's recent birfday,
i left out the celery.
The brisket on such a Day is an
American invention; there just aren't
that many cows in the old sod.
The engineer is definitely in New
Hampshire; and my nephew, the
groper is on an Island in the Far East,
not a peninsula. [altho~when one is
flying in a Jet, it's hard 2 ascertain
which country one belongs to.]
Cat & Miasie are so busy showing
houses on their turfs, they can
hardly be expected to call me more
than three (3) times a week.
[it's a real=estate joke^] And
speaking of fone=calls...i can
honestly say, when the firemen ring
or the sheriffs, or the benevolent
association of County Aggregates,
that,"No---Hane is not here." And
hang up without adding that her
sweet Irish back is double-deep in
the Catholic cemetery out west.
Besides which~they always fone
when i'm trying 2 write a cogent and
scintillating Glow entry. Maybe not
this one...but your call may be
recorded 4 future sales purposes.
Where the Anneliese Van der Pol
was i? OH! Yeah---it's been a long
hard week for American jurisprudence.
What with guns & trials & quirky
verdicts & just plain categorical
insanity---i don't know how these
Judges get up in the morning! They
must have intestines of schteel.
Before coffee, yet. And they nearly
never know when a trial is gonna
go South or just plain crasy. Lord
protect them, here & abroad; it's
not a job i would choose to do.
Sure And it's a foyn day to be Oyrish!
Moight Saint Peter foind you at the
Pub & let the Divil brew his own
coffee er tea on the sun=roise!
[i pronounce the gaelic badly] And
only wear "the green" in a country
that doesn't grow perfect island
March 17, 2005^