The Road to Dundalk

We wind through the city’s paths

Till we stop at Clontarf Baths

This odd pool is troublin’

Cause this is Dublin

So something’s gone wrong with the maths.

In Malahide we breakfast at eight 

Soon Gary’s gearing meets its fate

But Tim’s nobody’s fool

He’s quick with his tool

A notion on which we can speculate.

At the Skerries our first dose of rain

The boys stop for a coffee again

In a sign of the times 

They start talking in rhymes

Each one with a filthy refrain.

Now Mornington Crescent, I reckon

Is a concept that’s somewhat lackin’

If you want to play games

With odd place names

You should finish at Termonfeckin.

Soon enough we roll into Dundalk

Like we’ve been to the park for a walk

Last night’s craic 

Had laughs by the stack

There’s no option to simply just talk.

Dundrum