Once upon a time there was a comedy duo, you and me.
I said what will be will be.
You said we’ll wait and see.
The crowd roared with laughter and lived happily ever after.
You said but your script is no good.
I said I did what I should.
I pumped the place full of laughing gas.
You said I’ll let that pass.
I said you can get away with anything on TV.
You said Donald Trump is good enough for me.
Tich Ennis
Monday, 16th March, 2020
If it mattered yesterday does it matter today?
Yes, such things as life and love, they are never out of date.
Otherwise await your fate.
Fashion is an ephemeral thing, I used a big word, so is Spring.
The things that last matter most.
Who says? Me and the Holy Ghost.
Buttered toast?
Enjoyment, fun, laughter, song.
Where did we go wrong?
Why can’t we get along?
Who knows right from wrong?
Me and you.
Others too.
We are not creatures in a zoo.
Lets not walk in our sleep.
We have promises to keep.
Must I remind you?
Who is behind you.
I don’t know what to say.
Hate go away.
Love come back.
In Santa’s sack.
Fast track.
I suppose this poem is so so.
I say what I think, you know.
Tich Ennis
Friday, 21st February, 2020
The elephant in the room bespeaks our doom.
Pardon me for using an old fashioned word, but is the present absurd?
Essentially we’re committing suicide and we don’t care.
What about fresh air?
We breathe it, we need it, we need to drink clean water.
What about your son and daughter?
How about giving up eating beef, is that beyond belief?
Our future may be full of grief.
Hell is almost here, its very near.
May I mention plastic?
Its effect is drastic.
The truth appears elastic.
Do what you can do.
Its up to you.
But Hell, why so slow?
You don’t want to know.
Is your worst enemy you or is it ours?
What, no flowers?
Or people, if I may use that word.
I say again, absurd.
If you don’t care you’re dead.
Remember what a poet said.
The elephant in the room means the most important thing of all people don’t talk about at all.
Since when did leaders lead, for instance in the Dail?
Or any other parliament or government.
I look in vain, you cause yourself pain.
Self interest has a lot to answer for, poverty, starvation, war.
Eventually extinction of the human race, including you.
Me too.
We put a man on the Moon, will we get sense soon?
Not so far, as far as I can see, including you and me.
Look at the sea.
I mean, its full of plastic, killing fish, our food, what will we eat?
All politicians want is a seat.
Oh well, if you go to Hell its what you wanted, putting yourself first.
What do you get, the worst.
Dying of thirst.
And all that.
When will you smell a rat?
I’m fed up with you.
What’s a poet to do?
Speak sense to you when you don’t.
You know what to do, you just won’t
I love music, laughter, song.
Am I wrong?
Truth is hated a poet said once.
He was no dunce.
Who hates it, you?
Not me too.
I know some of you are not mad, thank God, that makes me glad.
Don’t condemn yourself to Hell.
Then what, say oh well?
It tires me to say all this.
What is better than a kiss?
Tich Ennis
Thursday, 6th February, 2020
I would like an ideal perfect world in which no one said fuck.
Is this it? No such luck.
Drink can get the better of a man, is that a good excuse?
I can think of better, what’s the use?
I could have been a barrister or even a solicitor, God knows.
I can count my toes.
I don’t want to defend murderers and crooks and read law books.
I could have been a priest, at least.
But that would not suit me, I like to play around.
My theology is unsound.
Instead I did this that and the other, when unemployed I went home to mother.
I did not do absolutely nothing at all, I did something, however small.
I mean by the way exactly what I say.
I may underestimate myself, I’m not a person selling a house or a car.
I sing no praises of myself, I like a bar.
God only is my judge, not even me.
I believe in wait and see.
That’s me.
I wish also I wrote poetry not childish but suitable for a child.
Unfortunately I am not Oscar Wilde.
I mixed with rough guys at school and after.
I love laughter.
If there is even one word in this poem with which you find fault, console yourself with a film made by Disney, uncle Walt.
The perfect world I want would have no slush, sentimentality, politics or crap.
I don’t fall for rubbish, I’m no sap.
The ideal world is not defined in negatives, positive is all.
That’s what I’m trying to convey, I might as well talk to a wall.
I do not solemnly promise never again to use the word I rhymed with luck.
An ideal world is an ideal poem, without muck.
I can’t think of any more to say.
For now, good day.
Words like that should not exist.
They do, in Irish mist.
Tich Ennis
Friday, 24th January, 2020
No one takes me seriously when I’m being funny.
I am a broke comedian, I have no money.
I met a man, one of many.
His story is as good as any.
He tried being a comedian but no one laughed at his jokes or joke.
Maybe it was the way he spoke.
Funny may be ha ha or peculiar, that is strange.
People are buried in Deansgrange.
Die of boredom, laughter or whatever.
When will I die? Never.
Is it okay for an actor to die on stage?
Yes if he’s Hamlet, words of a sage.
Tich Ennis
7th February, 2019
I didn’t say forever said the groom.
To the room.
People change their mind, you will find.
I’m not the settling down kind.
Romantic love is just that, romance.
A man has a mistress in France.
Bonjour, aujourd’hui, au revoir.
What is life for?
Will we live happily ever after?
Laughter.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Cynical rhyme.
Tich Ennis
15th November, 2018
I want to commit suicide but I haven’t got the guts.
Don’t you know I’m nuts?
I want to share my misery and pain with you.
I think that’s the right thing to do.
You’re nuts too.
You enjoy my stuff because you are a misery boots.
I don’t give two hoots.
I am a comedian on stage, I give vent to rage.
A funny thing happened on the way to the loony bin.
Or alcoholic treatment place or drugs clinic, where do I begin?
I am depressed and I want the world to know.
Its my ego, its not small, I am a bomb about to blow.
Yeah, well, so people get killed at pop shows, so what?
I have the ticket money, thanks a lot.
I made sense once but I forgot.
Cheer up some other voice said.
It could be worse, you could be dead.
Who says everything is futile?
Some guy who forgot how to smile.
Life is awful, you’ll get over it in a while.
Is there no place for laughter, none for joy.
Not from this boy.
I say life is a one way suicide trip.
And people say I’m hip.
There is a word, masochist, look it up.
When you understand its meaning I might shut up.
And drink the loving cup.
In the meantime, okay, eat my turds.
You don’t understand words.
Because you don’t want to, it doesn’t suit you.
People like you shoot you.
Wallow like a pig.
Call me mister big.
Since when has it been best to be insane?
As that stupid saying has it, feel my pain.
Your pain is self inflicted.
You are addicted.
Grow up, get out more, life your life you fool.
Did you learn insanity at school?
Okay, I’ve had my say, I don’t eat vomit.
I prefer Wallace and Gromit.
I smoke and smoking is mad so I’m mad too.
Just like you.
I am the meaning of this song.
If I gave you a rope would you say so long?
Who has the cure, you or me?
Wait and see.
I do not choose misery and woe.
I go.
And so do you, what are you, Asian flu?
Solve the Arab Israeli conflict and I’ll believe you.
You are not the answer.
Chancer.
As for me, I am a dancer.
You are a romancer and romance is false.
I prefer rock‘n’roll to the waltz.
I too have faults.
If you see yourself in this song well, hello.
I don’t want to say I told you so.
Music should be fun or transcendental.
Not, as we say in Ireland, mental.
Is there a place for gentle?
Tich Ennis
1st August, 2018
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