As head of the church
I always equated yours
to an egg, because the
scull cap reminded me
of a well removed shell
carefully put back just
to keep the yoke warm
until lord of the manor
was ready for his petit
Dejeuner chaque matin.

Long ago at the bumpers,
not dodge-ems, bachelors
in from the country used
to lose glasses false teeth
caps and crown toppers
at the local Irish carnivals.

I have often wondered if
you wore dentures and to
be sure you got the ears of
a Paddy, like Colm Meaney
did you know him, he is the
Irish Gerard Depardieu, see
he has got Dieu in his name.

That auld ring you used to
wear on your right hand, twas
like one of the wans gypsies
wore at the horse Fair down
at Cahiramee in Buttevant Co
Cork where Napoleon bought
Marengo from a Kerry tinker.

You used to crack me up with
the *******, it always gave
us the idea you were ordering
a couple of pints in a noisy bar.

Towards the end you changed
your glasses, not the Guinness
ones, but lunettes, they looked
great on you, tinted they were I
never thought the shafts were
long enough 4 dim fcukin ears.