JimmyC
Registered user
What will we do when Aidan goes......
Who'll be the moderator..
It'll be a hung forum thats for sure...
But we will maybe find out later..........
Will Mandy step into his shoes...
But....................did ye see the size of his feet............
Then again.......... it could be Jaythro...
If we vote him in....will he take his seat.....
It's got to stay in Norn Iron.....
I mean.......... sure ............we're all plebs.......
We canny take it way down South.....
They're up to their necks in Libs and Debs.............
Now................ dinny take it all to heart........
Sure it's all a bit o craic.....
And don't be messin' with this poem....
Or the Big Fella might come back......
D'ye think he'll even think of us...
When he's riding thro Death Valley?????
Or will he just say....Feck them all....you know...
While he's hummin' Mustang Sally........
He better watch oot fer the Klan...
South of the Mason Dixon Line...........
And he better keep the hoor lit....
Or he'll be up in the sky with Red Sovine.........
Them Peterbilts and Freightliners...
Are sometimes hard to pass......
And County Mounties are laying in wait....
If yer heavy on the gas...........
Will he think about his Dixie Chick ...
Beneath the stars at night............
Pining alone with her two oul hounds......
Ah Jasus...................................................sure he might......................
What I'm worried bout is only this...
What if a row breaks out...
And the Ireland Section needs a ref....
Who's gonna step into the bout................
We wish ye all the best big lad...
Just keep the hammer down...............
And we'll meet up in Loughbrickland.................
When ye blow back into town......................
Who'll be the moderator..
It'll be a hung forum thats for sure...
But we will maybe find out later..........
Will Mandy step into his shoes...
But....................did ye see the size of his feet............
Then again.......... it could be Jaythro...
If we vote him in....will he take his seat.....
It's got to stay in Norn Iron.....
I mean.......... sure ............we're all plebs.......
We canny take it way down South.....
They're up to their necks in Libs and Debs.............
Now................ dinny take it all to heart........
Sure it's all a bit o craic.....
And don't be messin' with this poem....
Or the Big Fella might come back......
D'ye think he'll even think of us...
When he's riding thro Death Valley?????
Or will he just say....Feck them all....you know...
While he's hummin' Mustang Sally........
He better watch oot fer the Klan...
South of the Mason Dixon Line...........
And he better keep the hoor lit....
Or he'll be up in the sky with Red Sovine.........
Them Peterbilts and Freightliners...
Are sometimes hard to pass......
And County Mounties are laying in wait....
If yer heavy on the gas...........
Will he think about his Dixie Chick ...
Beneath the stars at night............
Pining alone with her two oul hounds......
Ah Jasus...................................................sure he might......................
What I'm worried bout is only this...
What if a row breaks out...
And the Ireland Section needs a ref....
Who's gonna step into the bout................
We wish ye all the best big lad...
Just keep the hammer down...............
And we'll meet up in Loughbrickland.................
When ye blow back into town......................
