Holy Terror

Jimmy didn’t know what the other
Lads thought of him but there was
One thing he could do he was a
Crack shot with a slingshot

They even trusted him to shoot
Little pebbles on the roofs to shoo
Pet racing and tumbling pigeons
So that they would fly down at night

In his pocket Jimmy had a couple
Of glass marbles they went straighter
Than an pebble like when they were
Sitting on the grass near the sea front

“Bet you can’t hit the telegraph pole
From here” so Jimmy took out a marble
Allowed a bit for the breeze you could see
It swirl and curve and then “Thwack!” it hit

While his head felt giddy Declan came out
With “It would be harder to hit a moving car”
The other marble was out and Jimmy thought
Of Biggles he knew to shoot well ahead

Allow for the breeze and height and way
Way ahead you could see it swerve and
Curve as marble and glass met each other
“CRACK!” Jesus the man leapt out

“Oi!!YOU!!!” and they up and running in
Different directions Jimmy right through
Cregan's garden past the Church heaving
Lungs up Barrack Lane forehead on his bed

“God let me off this one I’ll be
Goodforever” with his blood pumping
In his ears no wonder his father said
He was a Holy Terror and just as well
Tanks didn’t rumble down their streets