T'ank God for that! I was getting a right crick in me neck! |
Michael D. is Ireland's Ceremonial Leprechaun (or President in Gaelic) and lives in a palatially appointed hutch under the West Stand of Dublin's Aviva Stadium. He is wheeled out for all the great sporting occasions to the traditional Irish greeting of "Bejaysus, now who's that little bastard to be sure?"
Michael is unstinting in his support for Irish sporting giants;-
The Big Man with the Dwarf Sports Team of Ireland prior to their departure for the 2013 Dwarf Games in Michigan |
MDH with Paul O'Connell, Irish rugby captain "Jaysus Paul, will ye look on the size of you!" |
Reverend Timms Michael D |
Michael is seen here in his official regalia
as State Leprechaun in Chief
Michael is seen here taking his first bicycle ride without stabilisers.
Micky Bhoy is also a published poet. His works include "The death of the Red Cow" and "Arse".
(Editor's note: Sorry about that! The last one should have been 'The Ass' - an ode to a donkey.)
Michael's official business card |
Michael's fame is celebrated in the hit song "Michael D. Rocking in the Dáil" by popular Tuam band the Saw Doctors. (The Dáil is the Irish Parliament - I only put this in because I'm please to have discovered how to type accented characters. If you want to know what Tuam means, look it up for yourself .)
I urge readers to watch this clip in its entirety. A catchy little number with some great shots of our hero.
It is a little known fact that the Higgs Boson discovered at CERN recently was originally called the Higgins particle in honour of our hero, being miniscule in size but massive in its stature. Then some obscure old Scottish physicist by the name of Higgs turned up to claim that he invented the thing and the rest, as they say, is history.
Having extracted the urine from the poor wee man, it's only fair to end on a serious note and I am proud to add the following text, the words to Michael's latest poem The Prophets are Weeping. This is the only poem he has published since becoming President and its references to extremism and the displacement of people in the Middle East certainly makes you think.
The Prophets are Weeping
To those on the road it is reported thatThe Prophets are weeping,
At the abuse
Of their words,
Scattered to sow an evil seed.
Rumour has it that,
The Prophets are weeping,
At their texts distorted,
The death and destruction,
Imposed in their name.
The sun burns down,
On the children who are crying,
On the long journeys repeated,
Their questions not answered.
Mothers and Fathers hide their faces,
Unable to explain,
Why they must endlessly,
No end in sight,
Move for shelter,
for food, for safety, for hope.
The Prophets are weeping,
For the words that have been stolen,
From texts that once offered,
To reveal in ancient times,
A shared space,
Of love and care,
Above all for the stranger.
Great words Michael. Thank you for that.
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