The world of civic floral competitions is a very strange one. I wouldn't rule out time travel. Clonakilty won the Entente Florale in 2000 and 2009...which is nearly as unlikely I know this because of Dave Lordan's poem below, in impeccable Corkonese.
Ode on winning of de Entente Florale
For Joseph Lordan
Told ye so. Told ye we could win it ‘Spite de filth o' de likes o' ye With yere baseball caps and yere baggy pants Yere ghetto blasters and yere nigger music Yere flagons and yere Mitsoobeachies And de trainee hoors hanging offa ye.
Rollin in muck ye are, de flays ating ye. Manged an’ stinkin like tinkers’ mares like yere faaders and mudders before ye but I’d say yere not too sure who bore ye Shir who pished you out Twishty? De milkman? De coalman? One o' Fossetts’ weepin clowns?
This here’s ‘come a champion little town All down to good people like me. We’ve patched every crack with vines , Blossoms cover every stain. Tis like paradise, ‘ceptin ye, ye shnakes, ye divils, ye dirty filthy feckin animals. Ye give us all a bad name.
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I know this because of Dave Lordan's poem below, in impeccable Corkonese.
Ode on winning of de Entente Florale
For Joseph Lordan
Told ye so. Told ye we could win it
‘Spite de filth o' de likes o' ye
With yere baseball caps and yere baggy pants
Yere ghetto blasters and yere nigger music
Yere flagons and yere Mitsoobeachies
And de trainee hoors hanging offa ye.
Rollin in muck ye are, de flays ating ye.
Manged an’ stinkin like tinkers’ mares
like yere faaders and mudders before ye
but I’d say yere not too sure who bore ye
Shir who pished you out Twishty? De milkman?
De coalman? One o' Fossetts’ weepin clowns?
This here’s ‘come a champion little town
All down to good people like me.
We’ve patched every crack with vines ,
Blossoms cover every stain. Tis like paradise,
‘ceptin ye, ye shnakes, ye divils, ye dirty filthy
feckin animals. Ye give us all a bad name.
--Dave Lordan