At the Irish Sports and Social
Twas on a Friday night
They were out there pouring concrete
sure it was a lovely sight.
There was Martin in his wellies
and Eric in his socks
and Jockey was the Gaffer,
cause the rest of them were locked
Crooner McNulty hurt himself
when he tripped on a wire frame
he was up to his neck in concrete
when the paramedics came
McCready was there with trowel in hand
and Masterson worked the lights
McCormack was still cleaning up
when a Policeman came inside
“What’s goin on here?”
a culchie accent said
and there was this massive big Policeman
with the light shining off his head
“Oh it’s you Inspector”
and he standing at the bar
“It’s ok Pat” the Poiceman said
“I just come to pick up me car”
“Is it outside your parked?” said Paddy
“Or, or is it round the back?”
and Paddy smiling nervously
waited for an answer back
So out the back the two did go
and the scene they did survey,
no car to be seen
just a slab of concrete lay.
“Did you’se tow me car boys?”
a towering man roared out
“What car” was the reply
in unison that rang out.
Well it was Saturday afternoon
when they were all released on bail
and scheduled court appearances be made
or else they’d go to jail
Now Dublin has great monuments
and Cork, not to be outdone,
has Patricks Bridge and other things
to remember it’s native sons
But the Irish here in Edmonton
will not soon be forgot
Our monument is a car named “Braiden”
about three feet under the Lot
by Joe Burns
Thank’s to Joe for sending us this poem!
