Oh Paddy!
For you to feel as you feel right
A man of short and hair on face
Left his house one day
And running late he seek to rush
To hurry without delay.
But day of rain it had turned out
And wet the ground become.
So in a puddle his legs raised up
And he landed on his bum.
Now sitting on the parallel road
Aimed for carless folk,
A vehicle passed by sitting water
And gave him one good soak.
Mopped from top to bottom he sighed;
He slowly himself tried to lift
But squawking above him the bird took aim
And dropped on him a small gift.
Now truly wet and egged on too
His day it was not to be
As walking by the poodle saw him
And lifted his leg to pee.
As if it could not be worse, the cyclist passed
His eyes to be elsewhere
And not looking down he hit our friend
To go flying through the air.
A cracked rib and violated he was
Our friend turns to sit
But sends his hand so gently down
On a pile of dog bits.
Now cursing allowed, a blind man came
Unaware into the oncoming space
In doing so he searched with his stick
Smacking our friend in the face.
Now down and out and stinking too
Is it fair to moan
When along comes Bill and picks him up
And into a cell is thrown?
After some time he lifts his lids
To see a room of men
And whispering to himself he says
‘Oh Paddy! Not again!’
About the Creator
Joshua Lino-da Costa
I've been writing for years. Not always great... but it means a lot to me
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