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Best Poems From
JOSEPH ENRIGHT
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The Foal
Struggling to stand on wet green land,
Mother nervously at hand
New born foalon spindly legs
Welcomed to the world by chilly winds.
First steps taken tentatively,
Gives his first joyous whinney,
Strengthening legs....he stretches out
Soon...proudly , he struts about.
Galloping now with great speed
Of his mother....he takes no heed
Owner looks in oer the gate
Says 'Someday Shergar you will be great'
Joseph Enright
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A Nonsence
Is the moon lazy when it lies on its back?
Was it the zebra who designed the piano,
White and black?
Is the elephant the wrong way round?
Small tail behind, large trunk in front, down to the ground
Why do monkeys hang by their tails?
Perhaps in the night at the moon they do gaze?
Does a tree cry whrnit falls to the ground?
How many pennies in an old pound?
Why do wolves howl at the moon?
Who in the rhyme ran away with the spoon?
Why does milk white into butter turn yellow?
When did Brendan write The Quare Fellow?
When Alexander discovered the phone
Whom did he call at home, all alone?
How many angels can sit on a pin?
Why was Oscar in jail locked in?
Why do pigs live in a sty?
Have you ever seen a pig in your eye?
When Wibur his plane he did fly,
Did he perhaps, touch the sky?
With the discovery of combustion internal,
Henry designed a machine, infernal.
A visit to the doctor with piles, so terrible,
A cure, perhaps, sometimes, herbal?
Joseph Enright
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A Limerick
There was a young man from Warsaw
Who viewed life full of awe
His wife was a harpie,
One day she got narkie
And cut off his head with a saw.,
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Mary had a little lamb
A lobster and some prunes,
A glass of wine, apiece of pie
A plate of mushrooms
She gobbled down a sponge cake
And what else we dont know
but when they carried Mary out
Her face was white as snow
Joseph Enright
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another limerick
There was a young lady from Clonmel
Who wore a newspaper dress to a ball
But her dress caught on fire
And burnt her entire
Front page, sport section and all.
Joseph Enright
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