‘This poem contains language and references regarded as ‘Mature Content’. Reader discretion recommended.’
‘Tell us about Sydney,’ said the Irish friends
of my father-in-law back in 1992.
Sucked his lips and composed his reply:
‘Which would you rather have? Belfast with its sectarian
violence, with Protestants killing Catholics and Catholics
killing Protestants and rubber bullets and internmnent
without trial….. Or would you rather have a city
where 100,000 homosexuals can dance down the streets
handing out condoms, where a giant penis three stories
high has five bare-chested cowboys riding it?’
‘Why, Belfast, of course.’
I don’t think they got the joke.