My ailments are terrible cries both of the eejits
Ach says Essie I don’t know about your arse Sharon or your head Cleo
But I've listened to both of ye. Now feck off
I need someone to counsel me. I’m going up to Belfast
I needt to see the man, who put the sign on the door,
The one that both of you head melters ignore,
it says
[Oh no not you again]
Now sitting here talking to John and him writing this poem
Sure I can’t stop thinking of you’se pair f eejits
I love so much’.
Commissioned by Essie of Castleblaney.