Ms. Ann Smyth has demanded a right of reply to my Ode and herewith same:
I’m sorry Damian you were right
I think your ode is a load of shite ππ
So here is one that I have done
I thought it sounded rather fun
Here’s a bit of Cockney rhyming slang
Why don’t you come to Myrtleville to meet the selkie gang?
They’re a team attempting to swim the channel
It would’ve been easier going through the tunnel
Harry is the first one up
He should be as he’s the pup
Second is the one called Laurence
He really can churn up a torrent
Now along comes dear John Kiely
Dare I say it he’s always smiley.
Then comes short arse Smyth
“Hurry up”, “Oh fuck all this”
Now comes stealth bomber Sisk
She won’t take any risks
Oh look who’s coming up the rear
Watson – shit, she’s only one good ear
That’s the team, the Selkie Six
After the channel – we’ll be in bits

Published poet, Ann Smyth, composing and being inspired by fellow Selkie, Brenda Sisk(y) while Smiley Kiely looks on. Β Frank Hallissey is just photobombing.