
The quaint seaside village of Glenbeigh was at the centre of a politicial storm this week over plans to move the entire village as well as parts of Glencar to New York.
Over 8 million residents from the ' Glenbeigh againts yanks (GAY) group stormed the local Post office.
Manager Tony Mac was tied up for three hours while members of the group sang songs such as 'no to Willy Wonka whitewash' and U2's 'Where the streets have no name'.
A shell shcoked Tony said " Do you want a stamp?' while his American wife Pat took off in a hot air balloon and was last seen on the outskirts of Tubbercurry.
Spokesman for GAY Peader O Sullivan said " People around here like Ireland. We've always felt a close tie with Ireland but not so much Iceland. Sure its pretty and white with geezers and polar bears but do they have bands like West Life and the Corrs? do they hell."
A picture of local politician Jackie Healy Rae was burned by the mob while eggs were thrown at Falveys caravan park. Owner john Falvey refused to comment except for saying " does anyone want an omlette?"
GAY Chairman Stephen Cabbage is expected to address the crowd later today in the village center. Music provided by the Valentia pipe band. Bring boots.
Graham Egg, Sky News, Glenbeigh
POETRY CORNER WITH SEAN EGG!Wednesday, March 7, 2007
On the Road from Killorglin to Caherciveen
On the road from Killorglin to Caherciveen by Dennis Martin McCarthy (composed by Jim Diggin.)
As i stepped out from francey sheahans one morning so fair,
i bumped into maureen darky and her locks of red hair,
she broke into verse with a thrust of her chest,
and shattered the windows of paddy brennans passing herse.
and now we go westward to a place called caragh lake,
where ferghal O' Brien pumps his iron all day,
kerry's bog village is a place to behold,
while a drunk cookoo tries to find his way home.
and now we're in Glenbeigh the loveliest of them all,
with all of its characters lined up to entrall,
from the gour, johnny mahony to waxy and peadar,
and brendan sweeney thrown to add a bit of swagger.
the towers on a saturday is like milltown mart,
with all the local farmers leaving off a couple of farts,
from drinking bad guinness and eating in breens,
tis a wonder we all have any spleens.
so to all a farewell and with this i do leave,
for what else do i say only 'up ballycleave',
for if Glenbeigh is now a part of the USA,
then fuck it John Egg, you must be Gay.
Bbbbblllllllaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttt
Sean Egg
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