Monday, March 17, 2014

Magog Rhys Petley On Saint Patrick's Day

Magog Rhys Petley On Saint Patrick's Day


Magog Rhys Petley
A Welsh werewolf he be
and British Labour MP
swept across the Irish Sea
landing on Irish shore
receiving kisses galore
from a pretty young Colleen
that was on the scene.



This revived him to life
after severe weather's strife
so he took it on life's chin
and headed off to Dublin
a fine old girl of a town
where pint o' Guinness erases frown.



He spent many a fine and carefree day there
complimenting the ladies on their hair
He happened to meet Ukraine's former PM
and thinking of Solomon's concubine gem
He mistook Yulia Tymoshenko for a hooker
who walloped him with full force of a James Joyce booker
and so wearing Ulysses for a crown
sporting a black eye all around
he headed off to another town
where this time Murphy's erased his frown.



He wandered across Ireland far and wide
said Hello to Galway's tide
kissed the Blarney Stone and a young bride
as he ran to escape the angry groom
he tripped over a witch's broom
in a strange place full of gloom
not far from Blarney Castle
so found this Welsh rascal
a place where the Druids did sacrifice
and we're talking humans not mice.



Their best laid plans may go astray
in this wood where night swallows day
Magog saw with his very eyes
and heard the anguished cries
of a victim tied to a stone
the colour red was not jam on scone
The Druidish priest lowered his knife
and took away the Church clergyman's life.



May Saint Patrick's Faith be gone from this land
Restore our ancient religion so grand
the Druid priest spoke as the earth did quake
Magog looked down- at his foot a snake.





-A vampire novel chapter
 written in the form of a poem
 written by Christopher
 Monday March 17th
 2014


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