Note: The lads might want to skip down to the best bit
From her, to him
For things I might have said to you
In anger or frustration,
For times when words of mine have been
A source of provocation,
…I’m sorry.
For unkind actions, thoughtless deeds
Or inconsideration,
For jumping to conclusions,
For rejecting moderation,
…I’m sorry.
For timely things I haven’t done,
Forgetting or omitting,
For knowing sometimes I was wrong
Without, in fact, admitting,
…I’m sorry.
For conversations we have had
When temper stole affection,
For looking in a negative,
Not positive, direction,
…I’m sorry.
For being too insensitive
And just a bit unwise,
For failing to perceive the need
For loving compromise,
…I’m sorry.
For screaming when the sun did burn
The seat upon my moped blue
For throwing up upon the rug
When you were puking too
…I’m sorry
For cellotaping four grain forks
To the bumper of your sister’s car
For belching loudly in my pint
As you sat silent at the bar
…I’m sorry
For nights spent plucking fluff
From deep dark downy navels
For days spent greasing grotty gutters
While you recited 9 times tables
…I’m sorry
For sand and silt upon the quilt
The one your granny made us
For grabbing big chunks of your arse
While you cried “stop be jayzez”
… I’m sorry
For all the things I love to do
Like humping you and farting too
Kicking cats and shit like that
And grunting groaning on the loo
…I’m sorry
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I thought love meant never having to say things that rhyme
What’s love got to do with it, Eolaí? Today is a celebration of Hallmark and the Kenyan flower trade.
vaseline’s day - Boh himbug!
There’s something that doesn’t quite ring true in the man’s version… oh yeah, the “I’m sorry” bit.
Unless he’s drunk, of course.
aw, ye big sap ye
I hope it was his own deep dark downy navel!
Conorín - Boh himbug indeed. I’ll save that expression for next Hallmark Day.
Caro - I would assume he’s drunk, or high on something, like, I dunno, drink maybe.
Red - Thanks. I’ll remember that. Oh, yes, I’ll remember that. Whatever it was you said, I’ll remember it.
Sam - Could be. The poet doesn’t make it clear. Let me make a quick call to Aosdána and get back to you.
You’ll be jolly pleased to know that the Kenyan flower trade did record sales for the one day of Saint Vaseline’s, so perhaps all those armed escorts were worth it. Sadly the majority of Kenyans will not benefit in the slightest from this record sale and in fact here in Kenya we had record low sales of flowers that day; think that might be because of our spot of bother and there is not much lurve going on round these parts. Happy Hallmarks day I think it wasn’t, although I do hope you had a good one.
White girl - Once a year in Ireland we provide an escort for every rose, but they’re never armed as far as I know.