Mulraney works bones

Produces groans

Provides cures

Allays fears

Quietens moans

Mulraney has ‘The Gift’

Pains do shift

People say

As they pray

For spiritual lift

A Seventh Son

Of a Seventh Son

Heals inside out

From colic to gout

And hearts are won

My name is Dan

Do what you can

I’m bent double

Ease my trouble

Mountainy man

 
Alfred Snook                  August 2009
 
Character:                                  Obituary:                                                        Mother’s View:
 
Thin and wiry                            Alfred Snook business man                           Clever and smart
Writes in his diary                    Married to Mary-Anne                                   Part of my heart
Struggled with wife                  Hard-worker                                                     Full of ambition
Most of his life                          Not a shirker                                                     Man on a mission
Sneaky and slippery                 Wheeler dealer, mover shaker                      You’ve done me proud
Not fond of frippery                 Iron-man, deal-breaker                                  And I say out loud                
Silver-tongued liar                    Not a man who dealt in pity                          “This is my son,
Slides out of the mire               Will be missed in the City                              Well done!”
To back-slapping success            
A clearer of mess
 
 
Friend’s View:
 
Your death came as a blow
A hard man to know
But when I was in a sticky spot
You were there like a shot
Charming and cool
Nobody’s fool
‘The end justifies the means,’ you said
And by this motto, your life was led
Loose Moose
It was time for Thanksgiving
The family gathered round
Praying hands together
There was not a sound
Fifteen seconds later....
All hell broke loose
As through an open window
Peered a Big Hairy Moose!
Aunt Francie grabbed a brush
Grandpa rose for his gun
Then Aunt Francie shouted
“Grandpa...your pants are undone!”
As she turned suddenly
She hit him round the head
Grandpa reeled and fell
Pushing over Uncle Jed
Grandpa mumbled sorry
Jed began to curse and swear
As the gun went off
And missed him by a hair
Mum bent to help them up
Her skirt began to rip
Dad’s eyes looked aghast
As it split from knee to hip
Then came an explosive belch
 That was rather rude
While chaos had been going on
The Moose had munched our food