Tag Archives: School


I want to assemble a group of chucklebutts and stumblebums to make Arklow great again.

Some of them know more than me, although that seems impossible, and aren’t even men.

One, a boy of fourteen if he’s a day does not love school but has things to say.

His father seems alright, not uptight, dislikes his son truanting from school, he is ok anyway.

One or two women would be alright, we could talk all night.

When will we get things right?

Uptight and outa sight.

Will saner heads prevail?

Have they seen the inside of a jail?

We cannot fail.

Ask one who knows how to grow a rose.

Scent comes and goes.

It stays on your clothes.

Value your nose.

Do I invalidate myself by being funny?

One thing’s for sure, I’m not in it for the money.

If I was, I amn’t making any.

Have you got a penny?

Tich Ennis

30th May, 2019


Why Jog?

Why do people jog?

Cut a log.

Or walk.

And talk.

Why not walk to school or wherever?

You see more, life is not forever.

Your legs wear out if you don’t use them, so does your tongue.

You are not forever young.

You want something to remember, don’t you?

You will remember nothing if you don’t do.

Who am I to speak?

Ask me next week.

Tich Ennis

18th May, 2019


I am intelligent but I pretend not to be.

I am ancient history.

I am sane or more or less or some would say mad.

I was small as a young lad.

This character sketch may be subjective.

Who is objective?

How good am I at fitting in when we are all unique?

Or so I was told at school, that was not last week.

Fairly good or pretty good, it depends.

I get on with my friends.

Presumably I am not alone in that.

I got on with my cat.

Tich Ennis

4th April, 2019


I don’t win prizes because I don’t want to humiliate the losers.

My mother said that’s very kind of me.

James said he does not think it’s a good strategy.

Winning doesn’t seem to matter, so what?

Sometimes I did when I was a kid.

But not at races, I came last.

At tennis I was quite fast.

No Lederer, no, not quite.

But passably good.

I don’t take things seriously, some say I should.

Or did in the past.

I remember coming in last.

My friend said that was also his fate.

When I went to school I turned up late.

This is by no means my whole story.

I have not covered myself with glory.

Some things worked out well, some did not.

That’s life, its all you’ve got.

Maybe somewhere there is a leprechaun and a pot of gold.

Under a rainbow I’ve been told.

If so I’ll let you know.

Dream on, baby.

Sometime, maybe.

Who knows?

So it goes.

This poem is half poetry, half prose.

The river flows.

Life has highs and lows.

The end, I suppose.

I procrastinate.

You want the future, wait.

I arrive late.

But sometime.

Mostly in rhyme.

Tich Ennis

16th March, 2019

So Little

So many people know so little and they seem to know it all.

When you ask them they know nothing at all.

Then why do they act like they know everything when they don’t know a thing?

A peasant pretending to be a king.

Oh I don’t know anything about that they proudly say.

They would if they bothered to find out, is ignorance here to stay?

Ask the right person the right question, that’s my suggestion.

Return to source of course.

Persist to the very end my friend.

Tich Ennis

25th July, 2018

How To Do It

How did you do it? By finding out how.

You know more now.

You would know how to do that sort of thing.

So would you if you did not act like a king.

What do you mean, I am a human being.

You must be humble and admit you don’t know, ask questions, that is the way to go.

Is that what you did, kid?

Yes, until I was blue in the face.

The human race is a disgrace.

Have you learned anything today?

I learned your way.

If I don’t apply, ask why.

Because you are a fool.

Did you learn nothing at school?

How to play the fool.

You learned well, you could have fooled me.

When will you and I agree?

Knowledge is hard earned and learned.

Do not despise the wise.

They were like you, me too.

There are a lot like you.

Waiting for someone to tell them what to do.

Tich Ennis

21st July, 2018

You And I

We are born and then we die.

The stuff of life comes in between.

Maybe an ice cream.

Coffee in a café now and then.

Some are boys and some are men.

Some complain when they’re left out.

What have they to shout about?

Sometimes some come together in bliss.

A kiss.

Then friendship, company and talk.

Some enjoy a hike or walk.

Our stories are all different but start and end the same.

Are you glad you came?

Life may not be without trial.

To say otherwise would be denial.

Are you born to cry or smile?

To get to school I walked a mile.

What price happiness and when?

Now and then.

I lay down my pen.

That’s life, make of it what you may.

Between sunrise and sunset is the day.

Is this okay?

Tich Ennis

18th July, 2018