Margaret Kollmer

Rookie - 9 Points (South Africa)

Hook, Lion And Sink Her (An Irish Tale) - Poem by Margaret Kollmer

'Oh my, ' cried the Irish born Leogh
'I've done in a Paddy named Keogh
What a shame he was soaked
Never knew that he'd croaked
An' here's me singing 'O Solo Meogh'.

Then one day the rye-sodden Leogh
Met and married the golden-maned Cleogh
She nobbled his lips
And wobbled her hips
Then Leogh and Cleogh were triogh.

The threesome then travelled to Riogh
Much moaning emitting from Leogh:
'Now why does this cub
Do nuthin' but blub
An' he always be wantin' to peogh'.

The cub grew up strong, named Claudeogh
And sang like a sweet chickadeeogh
But again soaked with rye
Leogh sang to the sky
With a hearty voice: 'O Solo Miogh'.

Leogh feared this was self-propheceogh
Tried to live in a deep silenceogh
But day after day
His voice had its way
And continued to 'O Solo Miogh'.

Now Cleogh grew weary of Leogh
And his singing of 'O Solo Miogh'
So she struck out a paw
At his gaping big maw
Then ran off in a pink negligéeogh.

The now grown Claudeogh could seeogh
That Cleogh was getting like Leogh
So he said: 'Mama, come
We will finish this rum
Then sing Bye-Bye to Leogh in keyogh'.

But Cleogh, not daft, would be freeogh
So took him to Pier 4 in Riogh
She laughed with a shove:
'We're a circus team, love
And 'tis farewell from Pierrette to Pierrogh'.

But wait! For the still cackling Cleogh
Caught her paw in the mane of Claudeogh
He laughed as they fell
'Don't sing, mother, yell:
'O Solo....glug...Solo....glug...Miogh'.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 12, 2008

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