I have a portfolio of features, reviews, poetry and short fiction published in all sorts of places - Belfast Telegraph, Tribune, Ireland's Own, Dalhousie Review, Fairlight Books, Reader's Digest, Reality, Lapwing Poetry, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Spillwords, Dear Reader, Amethyst Review, Black Bough, to name a selection. Oh, and the odd BBC radio contribution. I wrote books on retailing, on dealing with job losses and a biography of film star Stephen Boyd.
My own original Text ©2020 Joe Cushnan (But you can RT!)
DING DONG DUNG
This farmer’s daughter was swayed and wooed
And said yes to a proposal of marriage.
Came the day of the wedding
And off she was whisked in a carriage.
As the groom was waiting at the altar rail,
There came a whiff from the door,
As the bride approached, the smell got stronger,
An aroma you couldn’t ignore.
Said the groom to the bride: “Is that manure on your head?”,
Just as the bells were rung,
“Why yes,” said the farmer’s daughter,
“I’ve just had my hair dung.”