A Right Old Boot. Poem by Martin O'Neill
A Right Old Boot.
She's an outbreak of gloom in the corner
An affront occluded by pain
She could moan all four legs off a donkey
And persuade it to walk off again
She can curdle the milk in your teacup
She can bore your glass eye to sleep
She can out glum a manic depressive
She can drive a blind hangman to weep
She's here as our union contact
Our problems should all go through her
But I think she's too many already
If it's ok with you I'll demur.
Lots of humor, but I see it as a tribute to an old friend. Well what do I know.
so does that mean you're not going to romance her ¦ 0) tee hee not even a little bit ;)))))
Love this, the opening line just draws you in straight away, very funny x
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12/5/2025 3:22:01 PM # 1.0.0
Ha ha ha! ! Outbreak of doom in the corner (I think you met my mum!) and we used to have this concrete boot on our doorstep that we always felt represented her perfectly. I do love a bit of dry humour and this is mighty fine to encourage laughter lines... Karen