LUKE O’NEILL
IS YOUR ONLY MAN
(After Flann O’Brien)



When skies are grey, no glimpse of blue,
And the world is cold and wan,
When lockdown brings no hope of you,
Luke O’Neill is your only man.

When conspiracy winds its narrow path,
“Bill Gates has a terrible plan,”
You need someone to put you right,
Luke O’Neill is your only man.

When Dry Robers invade your Centra store,
And their bonhomie leaves you flat,
He’ll bring good humour back to the fore,
Luke O’Neill is your only man.

When the vaccine rollout stutters and starts,
And they can’t find your name on the plan,
When you’d kill for a pint with a man of heart,
Luke O’Neill is your only man.


Maeve Edwards
For Poetry Day April 2021


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