Monthly Archives: November 2019

Bad Bit

You can’t go home when you are home.

No need to cross the foam.

This is it, get used to it.

I don’t like that last bit.

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 30th November, 2019

One Man

Can one man save the world, woman if you prefer.

A perfect him or her.

Primarily our problems are due to self harm.

Would I leave you the farm?

Something funny happened the other day.

Allow me have my say.

How can I say it in rhyme?

Give me time.

My phone ran out of charge, I said why is nothing perfect, Pat was there, at large.

He said that’s the world, the universe.

He does not curse.

I said have you been all over it, he said yes.

Once he allowed me credit for a pint, why is anybody’s guess.

Various things happened yesterday with which I won’t bother you today.

The search for perfection, the holy grail, find it without fail.

Maybe in jail.

The kingdom of Heaven is within, I have drunk gin.

I tried a lot things when young, sometimes I wish I had bit my tongue.

I said things I wish I had not said.

I may do that again before I’m dead.

If that one man is you, come to our rescue.

You know what to do.

I wish I was like you.

As for me I haven’t got a clue.

I am one man, that’s all I have to say.

On my way.

Put not your faith in man, have faith in you.

I drink too.

Again we come around to that one man.

I’ll do it if I can.

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 30th November, 2019


November 28, 2019

May a sane voice in a mad world be heard?

Would you believe a word?

The speaker himself may have eccentricities, who has not in times like these?

Possibly an addiction or two, does this sound like you?

In this age its mad to be true.

Why do Irish people pretend to be morons, I thought I’d throw that in.

I know them best, being Irish is my original sin.

If I was from another land I would not say everything is grand.

Universal foolishness is the equality of our time.

End of rhyme.

Tich Ennis

Thursday, 28th November, 2019