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Ar Muin na Muice

September 6, 2006
11:16 AM

Before I left Michael’s I felt obliged to once more exercise my muse.

(Would he not stick to cooking I hear you say)

As Michael had mildly suggested that maybe the house should be named, in the Irish fashion, I decided in this instance to combine a suggestion for the naming
of the house with the usual house warming doggerel.

The normal warnings apply.

May this house be free from pain
May its walls not hear the sound of bicker
May it not leak in Winter rain
And may its house lights never flicker

May it not be home to lice or fleas
Or crappy tables made of wicker
And may it be suffused with peace
(And may your waistline get no thicker)

May you never want for cheese
Or cherries, apricots or liqueur
But keep a diet high in fish
To keep a steady, beating ticker.

May your acumen and business skills
Be honed, your brain get even slicker
To keep your doormat free from bills
And keep your wardrobe even chic-er

Insure your house is neatly run
Clean enough to show the Vicar
But above all keep your sense of fun
Enjoy your life; Ar Muin Na Muice.

Ar Muin na Muice is the Irish for “On the Pigs Back”
meaning the place where we have everything you need, and more.

Comments

  1. Michael H

    on September 7, 2006

    Martin, may you never need an excuse to use your muse. I shall exhibit Ar Muin na Muice together with my prized, dog-eared, rare First Edition of The Woodford River Disaster (Or, The Loss of J.J.’s Net), now insured for a handsome sum.
    And when you and Síle return to Andalucia there will be copious quantities of queso, cerezas, albaricoques, licores, and, yes, Boquerónes on the table at Ar Muin na Muice.

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