An verse composed to mark the quiet removal of a yellow modern art installation from Monaghan Garda Station to make way for parking.

Ode to the Big Yellow Thing

I’ll rhyme this cause I can’t sing,
It’s an Ode to the Big Yellow Thing.
It was all yellow and bright, but the design wasn’t half right
So the bulldozer arrived late one night.

By morning she’d been ripped down
From Garda HQ in Monaghan town,
There was no protest there, nor does anyone care,
But the truth will be told, it’s only fair.

The top brass needed space for cars,
So the Big Yellow Thing is stuck behind bars.
There was no fanfare or song and it didn’t take long,
Taken away like she’d done something wrong.

See, the keepers of peace were delirious,
Cause the price of parking was serious.
Nobody blames the men in blue, they did what they had to do,
Sure it should have been in a museum or zoo.

If by Garda HQ you happen to be walking,
You’ll hear people musing and talking,
Was there a cheer when she fell? alas no one will tell
But it’s remembered like a real strong bad smell.