A cat was on the kitchen bord, another on the floor.
A third was on the counter scratching at the cabnet door.
A fourth was on the burning stove sniffing at the pot
And the fifth one didn't seem to care the stew was might hot.

The whistling of the boiling kettle startled number six
Then in ran little number seven up to all her tricks.
She slid across the table and scattered all the plates.
The sound of all the dishes crashing set of all her mates.

The fifth cat jumped in terror, knocking down the stew
To the second cat down on the floor who knew just what to do.
She took off running through the house escaping from the heat,
The other cats chased after her through gravy, spuds and meat.

There were footprints on the curtains and pictures off the wall
As they scattered all the hot potatoes up and down the hall.
The lady of the house took off with broom and mop in hand
On a journey she seemed used to to catch her feisty band.

Each furry arse went flying by as every cat took flight
As their mistress swung her mop and broom and cursed with all her might.
She cleaned up all the gravy and food from off the floor.
With temper lost she started back to even up the score!

But when she reached the parlour with murder on her mind
She found her cats were fast asleep now, having played and dined.
She mellowed and grew kinder as they snuggled on the chair,
She knew her life would be a bore if her cats were not there!

Copyright 1995 Cáit Finnegan

"Bridin"

Resting her head on my shoulder,
I feel honored that I hold her.
Pride and gentleness together
scratching fabric, wood and leather.

Hunting dustballs on the floor,
running in and out the door.
Watching fish cook in the chowder.
Pawing me and crying louder.

Fiercely stalking rustling dry leaves.
Needing rescue from the tall trees
My companion on my walking
In her own way, she is talking,

Telling me of her fun and play.
Resting at the end of each day.
She curls so snuggly on my bed
after she's been loved and well fed.

Done with Rome!
I'm done with Rome
for I have found 
my Celtic home!

 Daydreams!

The clock alarm went off
and scared me half to death
as it called me back 
from my dream, all out of breath.

I jumped out of the bed
and I landed on the floor,
where the puppy left his mark.
Oh, who could ask for more?

I shivered down the hall
and sat my cold arse down
(where my man had left the seat up),
and thought that I would drown!

Oh, I let out a roar
with my feet up in the air,
and the family all ran to me
all to help me and to stare!

Ah but, they yanked me out
and they surely saved my life.
And my man, says he, so proudly:
"Sure, and that's my wife!"

Out in the kitchen
making some brew,
we quietly sat down 
to have a cup or two,

When a moth, on the light bulb
hanging overhead,
fell with a splash
in my coffee cup, stone dead!

But I, not seeing him,
lifted it to drink,
and came eye to eye with him
and threw up in the sink!

I thought it would get better
if I went inside and dressed
and left for my work
while looking my best.

But as I stepped onto
the city bus outside
a roar went up around me
as the air hit my backside.

For my skirt was caught
back on the garden gate
and the bus drove off midst laughter
which cruelly sealed my fate!

I buried my head 
in my arms so deep
in a vain attempt
my pride to keep.

The bus drove on
and lulled me away
to sleep and to dream 
of a better day.

Then a clock alarm went off
and scared me half to death
as it called me back 
from my dream, all out of breath.

Was I awake now
or was I asleep?
I stepped out of bed
in a puddle so deep...

Twas then that terror gripped me
and I jumped back into bed,
afraid of the day before me
and what might lie ahead!

Our ladies of the night
they prowl around just out of sight.
We'll hear their gentle steps
placed upon the ground so light.

They roam around the house all night
with friend or spouse youÕll hear them fight.
They'll catch their prey and then they'll bite.
Our ladies of the night!

With their furcoats shining bright
in the cool and pale moon light
they are such a lovely sight.
Our ladies of the night!

When you hear them howl
they call you to relieve their plight.
You know their motive 's really fowl;
giving in would not be right.

Then you'll hear them purr.
TheyÕre begging to come in tonight
to warm the pussy's fur.
Just squeeze them all and hold them tight.

But don't become attached.
They'll take your love and then take flight.
You'll never be a match 
for our ladies of the night.

When the dawn comes round
they come like vamps after a night
and you'll not hear a sound
as they sleep all through the bright daylight!

O ladies of the night
you are such a pretty sight
in the day or in the night
we love our cats with all our might.

		He sits on the table licking his ass,			
		on this rainy day, so the time will pass.		
		I go to the kitchen, prepare his meal			
		I turn and I ask him: "How do you feel?"		
				"Well woman,"  says he,  "I fell a bit bored.				
		That noise, 'twas my stomach; sounds like it roared. 	
			So what e'er you're fixin',  'tho, it smells so good, 		
		I'd rather eat out, if only I could.			
      Please, open the door in back of the house,

	I'd like to go out and dine on a mouse."	

Copyright Cait Finnegan

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Limerick Town

"Boulder Holder"

There once was a huge boulder holder
And it yanked and it pulled at her shoulder
'til she tore it asunder
and O God, the wonder
in the eyes of all who behold her!

"Bruce"

There once was a fellow named Bruce
who tripped with his head in a noose.
But he didn't despair
and he just hung in there
thinking of ways to get loose.

A maiden rode by on a moose
and cut at the end of his noose.
And oh what a pair
with nary a care
for the maiden she too was loose!

The Married Priest

There once was a priest from Assumption
was told he was filled with presumption
but he loved his dear wife
who brought joy to his life
and now he has no more compunction!


Student #1

There once was a student of studies
who grew shy in the presence of buddies
but when you came near
away went the fear
and now he sees starries not muddies.

Student  #2

There once was a student at Fordham
who thought that he'd just die of boredom
He was proper and prim
until you moved in
and now it's to Hell with decorum!

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