In Love In Youghal, Y’All

Chilling in his crib for one night only

The morning after dawns & we wake up slowly

I’m in Youghal & I’m in love

He’s a Godsend from the Lord above.

Now he’s busy, working from home

So I thought I’d write a little poem

Short & sweet & to the point

Because my head is spinning from joint after joint.

Yes, he’s a fiend, he likes a smoke

If you know what I mean, daily the toke

Self medicated, sailing over life’s humps

Never to be seen down in the dumps.