02/04/2024
TheLoughCopyright2021 TonyFallon325
Old Lough Funshinagh is no longer confined
Its expansion perplexes my soul and mind
Before it always emptied when it was primed
But the shore we all knew is freshly designed
Now we know the effect of far too much rain
Can have on a turlough with no open drain
If there is a tunnel as has been alleged
Some stone must have settled and is wedged
By the hour and day it keeps on expanding
And there is no end to farmer's demanding
This didn't happen overnight it has been years
And long hours have worn out many volunteers
The land that's flooded you can no longer plow
The shed that is flooded cannot house the cow
They say that pigs can't fly neither can they swim
For the turkeys and rooster things look so grim
Where there was grass now has the nest of a swan
Underneath the nest pike are starting to spawn
With walls and ditches homes can't be protected
To base common sense some are not connected
There is rotting hay in the galvanized shed
Lyon's daughter's family has already fled
The answer is a canal to find a flow
To the Shannon River just six miles below
This problem has been visible since fifteen
Solutions are years away now that's obscene