It’s all about me

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Ok , I put my hands up. Today I’m cheating a bit…well a lot actually. I’ve been up to me eyeballs all day and haven’t had a minute to scratch me arse never mind write a post. So for my letter I, I’m re blogging my Bio, which is all about me…Bernie Rose Violet. If you don’t like it complain to the management i.e. me.  Jimmy tried that once. His nose didn’t look too bad after the swelling went down.

Right so. I’m off to me leaba  ( thats me bed for you non Irish speakers from the northside and other countries) See yis all tomorrow when I’ll be up at the crack of dawn with me biro and notepad writing me shopping list and post number ten brought to you by the letter J…..now who do I know with the initial J?

It’s all about me   🙂

I live in Dublin city

I’m more engaging than pretty

I look nothing like yer wan sweet Molly Malone

I don’t own a wheelbarrow

I have legs like a sparrow

I hate cockles and mussels

And Hawaii Five O.

Hawaii Five O, Hawaii Five O

I hate cockles and mussels and Hawaii Five O

If I was a fish monger

I’d soon die of the hunger

I’ve never eaten poor fishies before

My hips that are now narrow

Would not be tomorrow

If I ate battered cod watching Hawaii Five O

Hawaii Five O, Hawaii Five O

I hate cockles and mussels and Hawaii Five O

If I died of a fever

There’d be plenty of grievers

That would be the end of Sweet Bernie Rose

But my ghost hips would be narrow, my legs like a sparrows

I’d still hate cockles and mussels and Hawaii Five Oh

Hawaii Five O, Hawaii Five O

I hate cockles and mussels and Hawaii Five O   🙂

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