I am not offended by any of your writings at all Robert, they make me smile.
Considering your health, you are still able to come up with wily retorts to the lads on here 
Keep it up:-D
Robert… Dylan Thomas wrote The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it.
Once again you and our gents are so much appreciated for sharing your scribbles
Young Robert you are loved by all.
I am still waiting for my invite to your party.
I’ll make a rabbit jelly and everyfink:mrgreen:
It always amazes me how you manage to keep up your great spirits RJ, you are one hell of a man and a fine example to all us petty moaners.
One of me teenage grandsons has something up with him, don’t ask me any medical terms, I’m just useless at them, but it seems all the food he eats has to be gluten free, and seeing that he does most of his eating here in his grannies (they all love Phyllis’s cooking) the wife cooked some gluten free fairy cakes for his tea tonight, all was well and good until she took them out of the oven and placed them on a big plate, then the other grandson comes in after smelling the baking and makes a bee line for the plate of cakes, he grabs two and is just about to devour them when she lets out a roar at him “Get your maulers off them cakes Sean, they’re for Liam, they’re glutton free”
She’s as bad as me for the medical terms.
Wow the luck of the Irish:lol:
yes I’ve always loved John Lennons song “the Luck of the Irish” although it’s painful too! I think his father was Irish wasn’t he?
If you had the luck of the Irish,
You’d be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you’d wish you was English instead
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands
Goddamned
Goddamned
If you could keep voices like flowers
There’s be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be as high as the mountain of morn
In the 'pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land
Of the pain and the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland
If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let’s walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big blarney stone
Why the hell are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids and the I.R.A.
As the bastards commit genocide
Aye, aye
Genocide
Okay
You should have the luck of the Irish,
You’d be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you’d wish you was English instead
One more time
You should have the luck of the Irish,
You’d be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you’d wish you was English instead
Hey, yes, you’d wish you were English instead
Songwriters: John Lennon / Yoko Ono
The Luck of the Irish lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Music is full of poetry, the music is a bonus, but, it is also the music that makes so many folks deaf, to words.
Words music poetry life love caring respect…
Leisurely scribbles is currently very special.
And so it should be, the Vent should always be open.
Just saying…
hot of the aussie press - heard a quote on the radio early this morn:
having a child is like throwing an hand grenade into a marriage!!
didn’t hear the author will try to get it later - no her she is Nora Ephron
and here’s another one:
“In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.”
robert check her out I think you’ll love her!
Gummy, I wish you would capitalize on Robert.
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I think he wants me to become your manager??
came across this statement today on the radio " it all came together at the same time synchronistically"!! linguistic historians please respond!!
what would happen if we all limited ourselves to one finger typing,whyverysoonthespacingwouldgo and then the vowels too ndwwwldsnbntdbl
Men at Work formed in Melbourne in 1978 by Colin Hay on lead vocals; Jerry Speiser on drums; and Ron Strykert on lead guitar; they were soon joined by Greg Ham on flute and keyboards; and then John Rees on bass guitar.
listened to a fascinating interview with Colin Hay about the formation and destruction of the band - a tale of sudden riches and a descent into alcoholism
he is now touring OZ again with a new band having given up the evil brew!!
By the heck gummy my old son, your contributions are on form atmo.
my grampy would say “shite hot”
I love your poetry.
The luck of the Irish was unknown to me and is a showstopper
John Lennon was not appreciated for his views on history &
sidelined as a weirdo by the press.
oh , had he lived//////////////
Shite hot That’s a good one.
Lennon, McCartney, and Harrison, all had Irish connections Gummy. I never heard that song although I knew it existed, it was banned on the national broadcasting stations here.
I was thinking the same as you RJ that It was such a pity Lennon was shot, he had so much more to give I think, ah well such is life.
Us ordinary Joe Soaps don’t know how lucky we are to have our freedom to go anywhere without being pestered all the time, with all the fame and fortune is it really worth it to lose that freedom?
I can put on me coat and walk out the door anytime I feel like it, go into any public house and talk to anyone, go for a stroll in the park with my dog, visit an art gallery or a museum, and if it’s a good Summers day I can swim in the sea at any of the beautiful strands that surround Dublin Bay without anyone to annoy me, I mean even a King can’t do that. Yes my friends, personal freedom is a precious thing.
I would disagree with that about the child into a marriage Gummy, I think it would actually strengthen the bond between the couple, unless of course you were one of those folks who despise children, this Nora Elf Horn must be one of them, the only one who would love her for her mind would be Dr. Victor Frankenstein.
Anyway pay no heed to that old radio, who the hell does Nora Elf Horn think she is?, every Tom Dick and Harry is gettin quoted these days, go out and talk to some real people and get sensible quotes, like the one old Harry came out with in the local yesterday “By God Jem, that’s a smashing looking pint your drinking, I think I’ll have one meself” Now that’s what I call a sensible quote.