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The Saturday Shed: The Ballad of Grady O’Hare

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Tales from the Saturday Shed: The prompt this week is PARASITE.
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Grady O’Hare
Sits on a chair
And combs his hair
He wears a flappy flare
But he just don’t care
‘Cos he’s Grady O’Hare!

Grady O’Hare
Wrestled a bear
Down in his lair
He did it for a dare
Then ate the bear rare
‘Cos he’s Grady O’Hare

Grady O’Hare
Hear our prayer
A shame he wasn’t aware
If he’d cooked his rare bear
This wouldn’t be the end of Grady O’Hare

The Saturday Shed: Every Jolly Jack Tar’s Dream

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Tales from the Saturday Shed: The prompt this week is SCORE.
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Once a frustrated sailor from Bantry
Heard sing of a likely shag in a shanty
He got to shore
Eager to score
And discovered this fair maid was his aunty!

The Saturday Shed: Far and Away

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Tales from the Saturday Shed: The prompt this week is AWAY.
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I look away from him before he sees the truth in my eyes.
I look away and look back, and the table disappears again.
I look away from the edge, staring at the endless sea, I yearn to join it.
I look away from the road and crash my car.
I look away from the body and am quietly sick.
I look away from Mervin and stare at Shelley: who would have thought?
I look away from the window, there is nothing I can do to help.
I look away from the priest and refuse to take the wafer.
I look away from my desk and realise I am on my own.
I look away from the fire; I don’t like the stories it tells me.