National Poetry Day!

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And because I'm in danger of taking any of this seriously, here's something by a fool for a fool:

THE GIFTS OF FATHER MULCAHY


'Now don't go getting used to this,' Father Mulcahy said
with his usual cheer, he  gave  me a sphere
that was heavy and grey as lead.
Well, the shell would break and out burst a snake
with wings that were feathery bright
It flew through the air, but it stopped at George Square
curled round the Duke's bollard all night.

'Now don't go thinking this is yours,' Father Mulcahy spoke
and I had no plans when into my hands
he placed a wild jackalope,
Though still very small, the hare did enthrall
with its antlers so regal and sweet.
I fed it just once, but the rabbity dunce
leapt off along Sauchiehall Street.

'Now, don't go thinking this will stay,' Father Mulcahy intoned
And there in my bed, twixt the coverlets red
lay a selkie man strong and well-boned
Though he went away, yet his sealskin stayed,
so I know he will return,
Though the Father swears and his locks he tears
by our magic at old Springburn.

To clarify, the Duke's bollard refers to the bollard that is seemingly impossible to remove from Glasgow's statue of the Duke of Wellington. Doesn't matter who disposes of it, somehow it always returns.
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