All we had to understand
on John Bull’s other island.
Cushendall where we were
holidaying; and being English
our accents soon gave us away
despite the Scotch – Irish descent.
That day we’d walked to the pub
to meet some friends for a walk;
when out came the landlord
and his wife – just for a chat,
saying how nice it was to have
tourists back, and we’d liked that.
Then our friends arrived so we
stood up, as habit said we should;
and so, it appeared that we had
‘only’ been waiting; then before
we knew – we were left alone in
the historic misunderstanding.
© D G Moody 2022