"milltown" poems
there once was a woman named Mrs Brown
who bought all the real estate in Milltown
she offered renters inexpensive rent
for this was her benevolent bent
Mrs Brown's rental pricing was most enticing
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
Terry Maguire was fond of a fire.
He was a kilnman in days of yore.
But not he's changed to drawing cream
To Tugmans of Teemore.
When Terry gets up in the morn'
he eats his crumbs.
He tackles the mare,
There's no time to spare
Till he reaches Doonans and Gunns
And when he reaches Tugmans
He's in an awful plight.
He says "Be jeepers the horse is mad,
I'll not get home tonight."
There were ***** carts and horses carts
And carts from all around
But none to compare with Terry Maguire
The pride of sweet Milltown
(author Gerry/Shem Gunn)
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC