Stony Grey Concrete of Belfield

LovelyHurling

O Stony grey concrete of Belfield,
The wad from my wallet you thieved,
You took the Tyrone from my accent,
And put builders in the playing fields.
You clogged the feet of my boyhood
And I believed that my Dubes gave me the poise and stride of Apollo,
His voice my D-4 mumble.
You sang in stony carparks
A song of overpriced rooms,
of orange girls with cigarettes,
and diarrhoea from swinish food.
You flung a ditch on my vision
Of money, sex and drink
O stony grey concrete of Belfield
they are robbing the bank, I think.
Lost the long hours of drinking,
With not enough women to score young men,
O can I still scratch the RA's back
With cigarettes and a naggin of Gin
Lamenting the pain of such lonely first years.
Or mention the green fields where
The first sure goal of the season
Was blocked by a Quantity Surveyor.
Glenomena, Merville, Roebuck Castle -
Everywhere I turn I see
On they stony grey concrete of Belfield,
Orange girls that are orange for me.


Anyone else want to share your random UCD poetry?!

Dave!

lol! Good job my friend!