Comments about Conor McMahon
Let me tell you the tale of one faithful nights,
We ventured to Donna's to our delight.
We arrived at eight, dared not be late,
For drink was brought by the crate.
To her garden we had to go,
We were staying in tents, don't you know.
Greeted were we to a great display,
Sure when we go to Donna's, that's always the way.
Vodka, whiskey, wine galore,
In the tents there lay more.
Of alcohol, we made our choice,
'Whiskey for me! ' called Eoin's voice.
Jumping, dancing, shouting and that,
Sure everyone was scuttered in ten minutes flat; ...