Celtic donkey will have the last laugh

I sold a blast of bullocks at Macroom mart on Saturday, in an attempt to keep the wolf from the door. And with my business done, I went to a nearby bar in order to settle an account, and the nerves.

T’was while there supping a pint that I bumped into my old pal, Rathmore Elvis. He was in Macroom drawing the farmers’ dole. The king doesn’t miss a trick.