The challenge was to incorporate these six words in a poem or story: tankard, putty, promissory, waistcoat, Kerry, roustabout Merry In Kerry In Kerry where all is merry, yes it is merry in Kerry, I was working as a roustabout, trying to fulfill a promissory note so back to the Gael I would not go. Of course I was wearing a waistcoat of blue velvet when a tankard I did stop in for. There was Terence O’Leary and Sean nipping a pint of bitters when I heard Sean say something about a date with some pretty Merican lady. My ears perked up for if anyone could help my love life I figured Sean was the one. Then I heard him say to Terence, “Ah Terri, me boy, she was a nice one. Not too tall, brown hair, trim and neat with not too large feet. When I looked into her eyes they twinkled like a jillion stars were trying to get my attention.” “Well, did you? Sean my man? Did you roll her in the hay?” Terrence was all agog, for it did remind him of Gertie O’Toole. “Nay, my friend. Nay I did not, for when we got close I heard a middle aged woman yell, “Mom, don’t trust him. He is trouble.” So I looked to see a woman and three bairns.” “Well did you accommodate the old girl?” “Nae, my friend, she gave me a lesson in grammar. A Yank gave me a lesson in grammar. And she told me I needed to exercise more for my chin was a tripling.” I too grinned for I think I have met the same lovely lady in the old chat room. Hmmmmmm. Damn, she is a looker. I finished me pint and did get back to my putty job. But they found out because I had spilt a few drams on my waistcoat. ~ © Tom (tomWYO@aol.com) ~ March 2004 BACK All poems and short stories on this website have a copyright. If you wish to use one or more on your website, contact the author for permission. If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Spring Is Here Desert Spring Humor Click the image and visit my business website. And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Early Spring 2004 Index