Razor walking, Quick Street talking, really cutting edge

hedge your bets against that a quick, humdrum, cum moment.

The rattle, tattle, big bang, don’t dillydally,

on your way home moment.

Now, its eyes down for a full lickty spit,

split right down the middle like my cousin Rosebud

a clickity, dickity girl with yesterday in her hair.

Rosebud, who keeps Echo Street busy warming cockles,

in and out of the ‘Jug and Nasty’, shit, tit and Raggity Annie...

...God love her.

Her dark eyes flash promises of heaven to Father Flynn on the whisper side of his God box as his busy rosary beads fly, flickity quick,

click, tick,  tickty, tock.