Crannog / No - Crannóg

Crannóg No 7 winter 2004
no you stole away when no one watched
and very few listened to the lifting of a latch
the opening of a gate a small gust of wind
in the twinkling of an eye
the ballad of spidey woo Jarlath Fahy
wee poor spidey
how did you diedy
on the floor of the bathy
like a wee long haired matty
was it a catty or was it a ratty
or was it that girl that cleans
the house called patty
that left you like that
on the floor of the bathy
she ought to be hung
for what she’s done
she ought to be drawn
for what she’s torn
she ought to be quartered
for who she’s slaughtered
give her a clout
put her lying eyes out
send her to guantanamo bay
take her human rights away
try some sensory deprivation
a bit of rape and mutilation
beat her ‘til she’s black and blue
electric shock and cattle prod too
when she’s a quiverin mass of jelly
we’ll up an put her on the telly
Page 40