The Road to Ballyvaughan

Coming back from Inishmór

It’s perfect for the Cliffs of Moher

We’re all agreed

Except for Steve 

Just what is democracy for?

While those in the back raise objections 

The man in the front gives directions

With Steve we’re narked

But abuse shifts to Mark

Wrong turns at three intersections 

In the morn, Mark’s in sandwich production 

And we have our usual breakfast ructions

First it’s hardly a crime 

To get up before time

Then it's Derek’s overnight deductions

But the boys find a route round the bay

And there really is no need to pay

We meet on the path

And there’s no sign of wrath

As the tourist hordes get in the way 

The cliffs are a wondrous sight

Especially in bright sunny light

Then masses gather round

To hear a strange sound

As we perform to the busker’s delight 

Surely nothing could be finer

Than skinny-dipping at Gleninagh

Before an audacious request 

From which we’re all truly blessed 

When Catherine gets out her best china.

Rossaveel