a hen
a doe
a tree
a catharsis
...
a Shay Healy
...
...
a knee
Ah Chew!

....And that auld triacontrahedron went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal....

That's Ouzo,
Not Oozo,
Not Oozu,
I've had a few.

Ah I get scared sometimes.  
Sometimes it is terrible being,
and to be and to be,
it is terrible.  

Oh I do repent me here my shred,
my little of lonely happiness,
which with syntax allowing,
here vanquish shed.  

Nay morn not, but read in accent,
and accent like Sligo people,
W.B. Yeast and the others,
whoever they may honey bee,

for this is Sligo Lament,
me in the lamenting of it,
for two more lines,
Sligo Lament.

When Hamlet was young,
All was good,
Elsinore was proud,
Hamlet was young,
Ophelia too.  

Now he is older,
Not everything is good,
Some things still are,
His uncle is his father in law,
This is not so good.  

Now he is dead,
Ophelia is dead,
Laertes is dead,
Gertrude is dead,
Cladius is dead,
Yorick... is dead,
but he was at the start,
so he doesn't count.  
Rosen... Guilden... dead
Old hamlet is dead,
Plonius is dead.
Horatio is alive;
can't imagine he's very happy,
because everyone else is dead.

Laurence Olivier is handsome,
he's dead too.

There was a man,
about whom it was said,
that he was near enough,
but could get no nearer.

There was a man,
He went to market;
the market was shut;
he went home.