A Valentines Poem For Cork
Love is a funny old game as we all know. Some like whirlwind "romances" that last from Saturday night to Saturday night. Others like the stability of long term relationships especially if a woman is a decent cook and doesn't mind you swigging beer whilst watching video tapes of the Sunday Game from 1990 over and over again reliving the double.
The Peoples Republic's resident poet and Cork's answer to Michael D. Higgins in a flecky tracksuit is John Paul Valentino. This poet has penned some pretty heavy stuff over the last few years on Valentine's Day and we're glad to say he has finally moved out of Wanda's gaff (blood test and leaving cert. results proved he wasn't Mickey the Scut's dad after all) but has fallen helplessly in love with another childhood sweetheart'