NaPM April 3 2013

[milo]

Big Paddy met Mick in the pub Friday night.
said Paddy, “And where is old Sean?”
Well, Mick shook his head: “’Tis a terrible tale”
and Paddy, concerned, said, “Go on.”

So Mick took a drink and began, “Sean is dead.
It was only last week we were drinking
right here at this bar, then we left to walk home –
the right thing to do, we were thinking.

“I wasn’t too bad but old Sean was a state –
it was twenty eight Guinness that filled him –
he tripped on the rail line, a train came along,
ran over his finger and killed him.”

Now Mick shook his head; “His finger?” he said,
“How that killed him I just can’t suppose,”
but Paddy, in tears, told the rest of the tale:
“It was while he was picking his nose.”

This, btw, is superb, if no one else mentions it. The real spirit behind this challenge. The dialogue, especially, seamlessly blending into your rhyme, meter and joke.

milo