Ingrid Wagner Big Knitting in Dublin
November 14th, 2009An Ode for the Person or Persons Unknown, Who Impolitely Took My Money at the Knitting & Stitching Show, Dublin, Oct 09 and the Journeys taken as a result
No, you didn’t ask permission
Didn’t think of what you did,
Took my money, impolitely
From the place where it was hid.
Passport, mobile, bank cards, van keys,
Diary - oh you caused affray,
And the books my business lives in
What an end to Dublin day.
Could I but have caught the scoundrel
Could I but have saved the day
Tears and storming could have left me
Happy onwards be my way.
Oh, twas not a joyful people
RDS, we bade you bye,
Scrambled out of office window
Taxied to the port and sighed.
Passengered to terra firma
Met by heroes, Mark and Gregg,
Borrowed car from Alex, travelled
Back to base and slept instead.
2 days phoning, found spare van keys
Giving up not quite my style
(Didn’t think of consequences
Did you, when you stole awhile.)
Though I don’t know why this happened
How and what and when and who
Worlds have ended? Not so true.
Now I have to travel back to
Dublin’s city fair, afar,
Alex drove me by the dawnlight
And reclaimed her borrowed car.
Now I’m curled up on the ferry
Wild winds whipping here and there
Went on deck to shoot the sea sky
Tossed of mind with tousled hair.
Pool of sunlight tipping wavewards
Falling o’er a windmilled sea
(Would have liked to introduce you
To the waters deep, ah me).
Aye, and if you never would have
If you could have stayed your hand
Wouldn’t be on board this Wednesday
Journeys gone around and round.
Wound my way through bustling throng,
Jerry, on the buses, helped me
Told me of his English song;
When he went to Blighty, visit
To his daughter’s family
Couldn’t understand last orders
Had to drink quite hastily:
“You’ll be joking, oh b Jesus
Can I down two pints in one?
Could there be a bomb scare, tell me -
Where have all the people gone?”
Smiling I, through rain swept city
Reunited with my van
At the compound, met Sir Derek
I salute you, Irish man.
In my scribbled pages, so,
You deserve a wider writing
That I will resolve to show.
(Though you so remind, in looking,
Winsome seeing, have to say,
Robin Williams, aka.)
And thanks to Matgorzata at
Morehampton Townhouse, open-armed
“Why, hello, it’s you again”
Your breakfasts and your smile both charmed.
Donnybrook, your carrot cake
4 Euros spent on splendid fare,
Like skylines set on fire from ferries
Comfort to one’s soul and care.
No, you didn’t ask permission
Didn’t think on Dublin day
Caused so many journeys taken
Oh, indeed, you caused affray.





