MC DERMOTTS BACK

"Mc Dermotts back" said the man on the train. "oh bloody hell "said the girl with the wain. "I thought he was dead they said he,d combust" continued the girl with the snot covered wain.I decided too walk and left the said train.

"Mc Dermotts back" said the boy on the bus." I thought he,d died all covered in pus." his poetry,s shite... GOD DAMNED RIGHT...I thought it was time too get on a flight.

"Ladies and gentlemen" said the voice on the plane "Mc Dermotts back so please try too refrain from throwing nuts ..especially at us.His poetry,s dire so at him you should fire not us "...again came the voice on the plane.

The plane then dipped so I continued my trip on a dirty great big ocean liner. " Mc Dermotts back" the chief steward said " he,ll torment us  with drivel ,sonnets and dirge.You just mark my words my boy you just mark my words."

Coming here in the taxi i heard more of the same and the rickshaws in China i hear are aflame at the name of Mc Dermott the writer of shame..the worst poet i think in the world.

So ladies and gentlemen please hear my plea its an addiction i have which i inflict on thee.All these poems i write, although trite, are really only therapy for a tragic home life.So please please don,t say it again and again Mc Dermotts back ...here comes the pain.