Ellen Ni Bheachain (October 2nd 1962 / Dublin Ireland)

Good partings and bad endings,
T'was not meant to be,
Small tokens and good tidings,
Taken and no mentions,
Good luck and good fortunes,
Only words can say,
Bad endings and sad partings,
Come what may,

So,
Farewell,
And goodbye,
To those that did try,
And in today's times of care,
Is not something one can share,
For what has been done,
That cannot be undone,
Is the partings of farewell,
From the ones gone before,
The slipper will get it,
And no kipper will mention it,

Yet,
Don't blame the one,
Who gave them the slip,
Perhaps they too,
Have been there before,
So,
To see it come at you,
And give it the slip,
Is good partings to them,
And fond memories that were shared,
Where happeness once was,

The kipper left,
To kip it out,
Too strong to give in,
Too strong not to fight,
And left in the kip state,
Of what is all in disaray,
Is the kipper and all,
That have been done,
Then,
Laugh and sneer apon,

Good luck who did see,
And said it good,
Yet,
Knows it goes on,
Perhaps,
For the Slipper,
Perhaps,
For the Kipper,
The lucky ones will,
Have safe passage,
So to,
Get up on that ladder,
And when they get there?
Remember,
The Slipper & The Kipper,
And what became of us and them,

So,
Begrudge them not,
A helping hand of good worth,
For the lucky ones are our only hope,
So,
Luck seems to be,
The name of the game,
And when rolling the dice,
Snakes eyes on you all,
For ruining us all,
Or 21,
And our,
Independence restored to us,

For all that know,
The Victims report,
Is to know what state,
They are left in,
A Slipper,
Or,
A Kipper,
We both know,
Life must go on,
So,
What have we to loose?
Snakes eyes to the rest,
And,
The Latter of good sorts?
Good Luck!
When the game is,
Gaming the good ones.