Michael Micmac Mccrory

Rookie - 11 Points (25/01/1954 / Belfast N, Ireland)

'The Elder's Corner' - Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

Heaven's waiting room
Is in the corner from hell
The corner of the pub
Where, the elders dwell

Whose going to be next?
Only time will tell
Politeness prevails
After you; I yell

It's called heaven's waiting room
But not for me, cos I am bound for hell
Last orders! one for every road in town
Before you ring that bell

Surprise, surprise, up to heaven; what joy
St. peter's is standing behind the bar
Is that you Micmac me boy
Will you have a little jar

Then the landlady wakes me up
Will you ever go home; will you empty your glass
Come on now you, take that last sup
Drinking with St. Peter… you were me ass! ! ! !

It'll be hell for you me lad
The flames will make you sweat a load
Won't your ugly face be sad
Cos the devil don't serve one for the road

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 20, 2012


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