Limerick Of Father McFlattery

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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.

McFlattery scowled

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.

McFlattery’s eyes,

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’?

Finnegan wilted

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

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