On the road to Inverary

On the road to Inverary

Lives an Ogre, big and scary

Eight feet tall with skin

The brightest shade of green

With his hands and feet so large

And a hideous visage

It’s no wonder he

Does not want to be seen
 

He will often scare the people

Who come travelling on the track

And he finds it very easy,

He just seems to have the knack

For his Mum and Dad had taught him

All about the Ogres ways

So according to tradition,

That is how he spends his days
 

Now an Ogres life is lonely

And he’ll rarely have a friend

If he does find one, you know

That he will eat them in the end

So if you should see the beastie

And, he flashes you a smile

Please don’t stop to have a natter

You must run a ruddy mile

© John W Fenn 09-07-2009