Sit at the table

I try to think

And the boys cast shadows

That make me blink.

The daughter says “Look!”

As she points to the door

‘Cause she’s just after rising

From wetting the floor!

The eldest lad asks me

“Dad is this a poem?”

And Sean stands and laughs at me

All on his own!

Eamonn gets water to do us tonight

And I hope for money

To bring me delight!

Mary comes in and lights up

A wee butt

Whereas I haven’t room

To put foot over foot!

I look at the time and

I find it’s near eight

Any goods got tonight

Will go onto the ‘slate’!

‘Cause my pay isn’t here

And I’m stark stony broke.

I conclude on this line now

And just have a smoke!