. .                   . .

Through the windshield,
dry eyes of the washers
stared at me like a pair of
dead fish from the bonnet.

In Hibernia, where it rains
daily, they are superfluous
to requirements, ornaments,
serving no actual purpose.

Windscreen washers are as
much use as a fourth leg on a
milking stool or a hat of *****,
     but that is in Ireland.