-Foul weather?
-Very foul

Toffee and weasels in the Broccan Óg
On a Wednesday night. The Spanish girls had gone
From Click (a hand for the joint and a hand for the dog)
And Gaz (sarcastic tact). Click snatched his phone
At the bleep and turned to Gary giddy-eyed—
McGinty’s coming down, he said,
We’ll get him stoned and fuck with his head
As Captain Howdy bristled by his side.

They simmered brim to brim, rehearsed their parts
Till Gaz thought twice; but Click was at his ease
Cos he relished (as you relish your own farts)
These smarmy turns and small conspiracies.
Gaz stretched a johnny over his heart, and so,
From Sid the talking toilet roll
To the man who digested his own soul,
The wink and giggle boys were good to go.

Back in the gaff, Click giggled at the screen,
He clicked and giggled: Dude, did you hear that dick!
Talking about the Sacred Heart to Jean
Before they left? A shame he didn’t freak.
We’ll get him someday
—Gaz was petting Cap—
And we made a couple of nice wee digs.
Come over here and bring the cigs,
Have you seen the clip of Dopey fucking the Pope?