In Templeogue did K. Kirby
A stately pleasure dome decree
Where Al in pleasant company
Enjoyed with Bacchus, many a spree.
The carpets changed, the windows too.
Afforded all a splendid view
Of mountains green and meadows wide.
While at the back the Dodder ran
Through caverns deep unknown to man.
The bird’s nest had the special spot
To view the courts and tennis shots
The foot faults, line calls and as fans
And from this table all could see
The premier matches on TV
But oh! What chasms sharp and slanted
Thwarted dreams and plans enchanted.
Deep divisions, turmoil seething
Raised angry voices, heated breathing
Threatened the ambitious dome
So some may have to stay at home
And watch matches without quarts
Of frothing beer and smart retorts.
And mid all this could Kirby hear
Ancestral voices talk of war
But Hark! A voice of reason near
Shouts hold! And let not fear
Submerge these plans in domes of ice
For in the stately pleasure dome
Some peace is found when not at home
To watch TV or play some tennis
So keep it free from jibes and menace.
With peace restored and harmony
The pleasure dome is filled with glee
With tennis racquets, pints of Bud,
Pleasant mirth, not loss of blood!
Let’s build that dome up in the air
Let quizzes, matches, music blare
Exist not with cacophony
But mutual joy and empathy.
The birds’ nest may even house a Hawk
But let them at the TV gawk
The quiz teams should enjoy their space
The loud and quiet all interface
For variety and diversity
Belong within that sunny dome
For as their partners all declare
The pleasure dome may hold them there
For we don’t want them in the home!
Our thanks to Frank Moran a Templeogue Tennis Member.