There's trouble on the horizon
Poor oul Mr. Cotter's lookin grim
If he'd known someone was recordin
He'd never of went out dancin
Now the video's gone viral
The big man's been exposed
He's on the dance floor in the George
In the most unusual clothes
He's in a pair of leather hot pant's
And an iluminos green vest
I'd describe his dancing partner
But ill let your imagination do the rest
Now the rumour mills are spinning
All his colleagues want to know
Who was his leather masked dance partner
Who put on such a show
There's lot's of finger pointing
And speculation who might be bent
But at Monday morning rollcall
Mr. McKenna is suspicously absent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let your imagination do the rest. good write. thanks.