The Siege of Ennis

This is not a war cry, the siege of Ennis is an old Irish dance, don’t be alarmed, but I was coming around the corner, where's katy daly, it's a song by the way, but if you read on you'll get it, anyway, someone just stole my coffee,  anyway, sun shine on my shoulder as usual, don’t it sound casual, but Ennis is that sort of town, easy going, but there I was, another joe, striding along, and I hear this music, the time early in the afternoon, it made me want to sing, even if I sound worse than a cat in heat, boy does a cat in heat sound bad, enough of that, there I was, the sun thing too, when the sweet tune of Irish playing instruments greeted me, made me feel so comfortable and was so warming too. Anyway, I got to do the biz as they say, and went on my way, the same sweet sound rolling around in my head. Half an hour later, with a very good friend, I found myself in a small off street café, outside eating a freshly made tasty sambo, and in great company I might add as well. So far so good, 100% for friendliness.

It’s fashion time in Ennis very soon, and I expect to see many new people in this pretty little town, lots of well dressed, well, lots of well behaved people I prefer. Oh I forgot, just saw a poster for irish dancing classes, Fred Astaire move over, you might have competition yet. Just hope the fashion crowd don’t come with the usual attitude, noses high in the air, I’m better dressed than you, don’t have time for that rubbish, neither do right behaving people everywhere, ah so long as the weather holds, wont they be a fine spectacle, shorten the day as they say, while they strut around, must be so time consuming, imagine, spending hours getting yourself propped up in the fineries, only to find yourself worn out before you go all out, how’s my hem monica, there’s a thread hanging down there, really,  rip tear screams, you’ve turned my dress into a mini, bitch, wait till I get you, your tan is a spray on, your hair is a disgrace, two women arrested for screaming and roaring,  on the friendliest of streets. I’m not getting in the car officer, please answers the officer trying to be polite, my husband is a friend of enda’s, he’ll have you sent to a new precinct. The siege of Ennis town, amen.