Lucky Dip Number 30
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The Cliffs of Moher
The cliffs of Moher are very tall And not a place you want to fall For to plunge from there with no one to save Is a certain way to an early grave. So being in charge of young people there Was responsibility hard to bear And to count them all when safely back Must have felt like being reprieved from the rack. In mitigation it must clearly be said He seemed little older than the party he led And thus the weight had pressed on him sore Until we were back at our dormitory door. During the night we heard him shout And awoke to see him stretching out With the panic upon him clearly displayed As he gripped a boy's arm in the nearest bed.* The cause for his anguish it soon transpired And the sweat on his brow as he perspired Was a girl he had dreamt was dangling there As in terror she clung to his hand in despair. The nightmare it seemed would never stop As she started to slip from his hand and drop For were she to die and him to blame Life could never again be the same. So, my dear reader, if ever you find That you have been placed in a similar bind, Be sure to sleep next an empty bed For this is advice that can't be gainsaid. |
* an incident from a youthful holiday on the west coast of Ireland
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