AN INCIDENT BETWEEN MY MOTHER AND THE REVEREND IAN PAISLEY

 

This happened sometime in the early 1970s in our Belfast living room.


In an uncharacteristic burst of anger,
my mother removed her slipper,
concentrated hard, took careful aim
and let fly at the television set.

On impact, the vase on top wobbled,
we kids tranced between gasp and cough,
and the reason for mother's missile -
Ian Paisley shouting his mouth off.