It was at Durty Nelly’s
That Sinead plied her ‘um’ smile
A lankly lass fair of skin
And had a certain ‘um’ style
Tended to the customers
Didn’t miss a ‘um’ thing
Trouble is when she bent down
There was that ‘um’ G-string
That varied in colour from purple, white to ‘um’ black
Don’t know what it covered
But in taste it sure did ‘um’ lack
Yet caught the eye of many
Maybe just a ‘um’ few
And our Sinead has done it all
She knew just what to ‘um’ do
Hitch em up and ride them high
That sometimes made her ‘um’ edgy
Maybe because the grief it caused
Did act like the ‘um’ perfect wedgy
But the memories that she leaves with us
Her smile, her laugh, her ‘um’ habit
Leaves me to believe
She’ll spend life like a ‘um’ rabbit
Bobbing up her and there
In search of life and ‘um’ fun
Not a single town was safe
When she went out for ‘um’ fun
So leaving Oz with no regrets
I’m sure she’ll have a ‘um’ howl
All will come good the instant that
She downs the ‘um’ Barking Owl.
Mike Nissen
21 May 2004
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