Category Archives: Comic verse

Beard

I don’t need to shave because I grew a beard.

The truth is most feared.

I do need to wash my face to be in a state of grace.

Sometimes I wash my hands.

I listen to rock’n’roll bands.

Or did in times gone past, the future is catching up with me fast.

Its pointless complaining that I have to cut my nails, my patience fails.

I do get out of bed, well said.

I am alive until I’m dead.

I enjoy life more or less.

God bless.

Tich Ennis

16th October, 2017

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Commemoration

Am I the greatest thing since scrambled eggs or sliced bread?

Will I be commemorated when I’m dead?

Get your act together, I live in stormy weather.

Should I be awarded the Nobel prize posthumously it will make no difference to me.

I never won a beauty competition, I went fishin’.

The prizes I won in life would fit in a matchbox.

In the Victorian era people gave their lovers locks.

Of their hair, I mean.

I used Brylcream.

I remember Elvis Presley and James Dean.

Tich Ennis

7th October, 2017

Solution

Concepts are converging, so a Russian scientist said.

Things are mighty complex, will I know before I’m dead?

The Devil has been described as the master of confusion.

String theory is a ball of twine, just another illusion.

The theory of everything, when will it emerge?

Oh my God simplicity, towards thee I ever urge.

When theory and practice are one in one place then and only then are we in a state of grace.

Human race wash your face.

Tich Ennis

3rd October, 2017

Think

Why is it illegal to think?

I ask myself, I have a drink.

Be careful what you say.

They might lock you up today.

Or shoot you if they have a gun.

You’re not the only one.

In Poland they had gutters in police stations to let the blood run out.

Some still thought their system better, they had not found out.

Who says its all sweetness and light here?

I turn to beer.

Utopia is atop the hill, next to the looney bin, they’re climbing still.

Will they ever get there? If they have the will.

Tich Ennis

30th September, 2017

Your Problem

Your problem is you don’t mean what you say.

You know you don’t, you run away.

You may say you meant it at the time.

But you don’t do it, that is your crime.

Why should anyone trust you, once bitten, twice shy.

Truth is not a lie.

Or you may say you only said it, what does that mean?

Nothing at all, does a boy like ice cream?

So you mean nothing at all.

Do my words make you feel small?

Walk tall.

Pretend not to understand if you like, how many wheels has a bike?

Knowing you you may say three.

It looks like two to me.

I don’t believe you, why should I?

Knowing you your answer is a lie.

Some of us mean what we say.

If you say otherwise you’re wrong, good day.

Tich Ennis

26th September, 2017

For Nothing

People don’t value things they get for nothing, that’s an unfortunate fact.

Or so I say, would you pay to see me act?

Would you give oxygen to a smothering man, would he say thank you, would he be your fan?

Would you help a drowning sucicide, I must admit I never tried.

I tell you this for nothing, a gift is a gift.

Would you give a millionaire a lift?

Something for nothing is widely desired.

Human race, you make me tired.

I am a gentleman, retired.

I was a gentleman, but not now.

As Robin would say to Batman, holy cow!

Tich Ennis

25th September, 2017

Right and Wrong

People can be right about one thing and wrong about others.

This applies to sisters and brothers.

And fathers and mothers.

In other words everyone, lets not be extreme.

You know what I mean.

No one is all right or all wrong, are you?

Me neither, me too.

You’re right but you’re wrong a man from West Cork said.

Partly right and partly wrong he meant, did you scratch your head?

Tich Ennis

20th September, 2017