Tuesday, March 17, 2015

This Was Another Exasperatin' Day

The day was March the Seventeenth
In Nineteen Hundred Eighty-Three
A bunch of us wild Irishmen
Decided to go on a spree

We drank a lot of Irish whiskey
And got as drunk as Murphy's pup
We then drank lots of Irish coffee
As we tried to sober up

On the next day, March the Eighteenth
Nineteen Hundred Eighty-Three
A bunch of us wild Irishmen
Were as sick as we could be

This wild Irishman is so sick
He can hardly see
He says he's never going to go
On another spree

D.B. Cox


Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Here We Go Again

We're going to turn our clocks ahead
Just like we did last year
They say we'll gain a lot of hours
To me it isn't clear

I've still lots of hours, unused
From Eighty-Seven and Eighty-Six
I don't really know what to do with them
I'm really in a fix

I've also got some hours I gained
in Eighty-Three and Eighty-Four
With all those hours I've got piled up
I don't need any more

If any of you folks down here
Need another hour or two
I'll gladly give you some of mine
That's the best thing I can do

I checked savings time in the country
and regular time in town
I find the hours are just the same
From sun up to sun down

D.B. Cox