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Duke Pub Letter

Ciaran Gilligan,

The Duke,

9 Duke Street,

Dublin 2.

14th February, 2018

Reasonable Rhymes and Great Irish Songs

Dear Ciaran,

I am Tich Ennis, birth name David, writer and now singer. In 2014 you kindly sold my book Pub Talk at your premises, thank you very much.

My brother George delivered to a member of your staff yesterday six each of my above book, Reasonable Rhymes, and my CD, Great Irish Songs.   He spoke to you about selling these for me before Christamas last.

Here are two plastic display stands to hold the book, to sell for five euros, as shown on the cover, and the CD’s, to sell for ten euros each.

I have been told tourists and other visitors will love my CD, and the response to it has been very favourable so far. Please listen to it yourself to see how you like it. All great songs.

People also like my book Reasonable Rhymes, humour, banter, comedy and meaningful poems and rhymes and plays and so on. The lilt of Irish laughter, to coin a phrase.

Thank you for doing your bit for literature and art, its part of what we are. The struggle of the artist to get his voice heard is a well known cliché, in this case both vocally and in print. So thanks again.

With kind regards,

Tich Ennis

14th February, 2018

 

 

 

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Glimmer

Is there a glimmer of hope for this dope?

Throw me a rope.

Sometimes I stay up all night, and write.

I write funny stuff and mean what I say.

I was told a young person likes it today.

So I continue on along with time and life and wonder.

What splits the stars asunder?

So I’m here, not only for the beer.

Be of good cheer.

Is this all it takes to do it?

There’s nothing to it.

So do it.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Normal People

Normal people like my stuff, so I heard, that’s enough.

Young and old alike, the rest get on your bike.

I sing what I like.

The best of the old is great, it was new once, age is your fate.

Why hesitate?

I won’t say more, I could say less.

My parting words, God bless.

It cheers me up to ring a friend, try it, this is not the end.

Make do and mend.

Eternal friend.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Theory

In theory I am a genius but in practice no.

I have a long way to go.

I am an apprentice millionaire, just starting out.

When I find out how I’ll give you a shout.

I am the world’s greatest lover, I have some practice in that sphere.

I just say to a girl, come here.

Theory means nothing if not put into practice, learn that first.

Then do your thing, shut up, or else you’re cursed.

Dream while you’re asleep, not all day.

That’s more or less all I have to say.

Mere words are a waste of time.

Is this a poem or a rhyme?

Don’t live only in theory, don’t you see.

Leave that to me.

Tich Ennis

21st January, 2018

Modern Age

Am I out of keeping with the modern age, is it an age filled with rage?

An age of discontent, you know what I meant.

People appear fed up, telling each other to shut up.

Dealing with each other at arms length, thinking all that matters is superior strength.

That’s not my way, I prefer to play.

Life is a game it seems to me, who wants victory?

The game is the thing, the game is king.

Winning is not all, head the ball.

Enjoy the music, enjoy the dance.

Do not adopt a stance.

Remember kings of France.

Tich Ennis

12th January, 2018

Talk

‘Tis worse things are getting instead of better.

“That’s not true, did you read my letter?”

I threw it in the bin, unopened, along with the junk mail.

“Then you don’t know, a boat has a sail.”

Why do you speak obscurely, how can I make sense of what you say?

“If you try you will, have a nice day.”

What if I don’t bother, will you close the door?

“There you go again, asking for more.”

If I don’t clap will there be an encore?

“Wait and see what lies in store.”

What does this all mean?

“What is the meaning of a dream?”

Tich Ennis

1st January, 2018

Every Son

Every son is a heartbreaker, every mother is a peacemaker.

How was I, how will I be, my mother is ancient history.

If I said I would do something when I’m good and ready when would that be says I to she a very long time says she to me.

So I had my feet on the table and she said she would rather I had not, I thought of girls and rock’n’roll that was all I got.

Now I am the oldest, my older brother died, there was a break in my voice, I almost cried.

I was there when my mother died.

My brother, I have more than one, said to my mother how good she was to look after us when she was left alone.

She said she thought others had done it so she could do it too, from a choking dog’s throat she removed a bone.

Everyone’s life is their own.

Need I say more, must I gild the lily?

In my life I have been silly.

My favourite singer is a hillbilly.

My likes vary from time to time, that is no crime.

My favourite music is what I’m listening to right now.

Well chosen, yes, I love it anyhow.

That’s all for now.

So how on Earth is this poem about every son?

I don’t know, I am only one.

Many are called but few are chosen may be said as many are cold but few are frozen, so my father said.

He is also dead.

Well I’m not quite.

Alright.

Goodnight.

I never quite know when to stop.

Am I the good or bad cop?

Have a lollipop.

Full stop.

Tich Ennis

19th December, 2017