LIMERICK OF FATHER MCFLATTERY
by Clancy O’Lafferty
Twas Father McFlattery,
out on a Saturday
passin’ the Flannery Inn.
Dark was the night but the ale house was bright
with a lead voice then all chimin’ in.
at the unholy howl
as he looked at his watch in digust.
“Past midnight it is, and I’ll make it my business
to preach to these sinners I must!”
He tapped with his cane
his temper aflame
to the door which he kicked with a bang.
Open it flew and hushed the crowd grew
when they saw the white collar and cane.
cold blue, they stared ice
round the room and souls felt so unworthy
’til they settled upon three men lost in song
they were Finnegan, Coghlan and Murphy.
At McFlattery’s sneer
Coghlan choked on his beer
then Finnegan gave up his singin’
Then McFlattery said, “Perhaps you are deaf
And you failed to hear midnight bells ringin’?
and Coghlan he tilted
then dropped down his pint of stout beer
“You’ve been drinkin’ since seven and if you want heaven
then come NOW and stand over here!”
Coghlan wasted no time
and ran to his side
then Finnegan followed him promptly.
Only Murphy did stand, with a pint in each hand
at the bar and still sang although softlly.
“MURPHY!” He cried
“DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU DIE
THAT YOU”D NOT PREFER HEAVEN TO HELL?”
Murphy shyly replied, “Oh yes, when I die,
it’s just that I thought you meant NOW.”
copyright Maurie Nord 2014