‘Abortion ship’ arrives in Ireland? Well, if that’s not a sitcom in the making, I don’t know what is:
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip.
That started from this papist port,
aboard this rusty ship.
The mate was a bonny, brawny lass,
the skipper an MD.
Five hundred gals set sail that day,
for a minimal fee, a minimal fee….
(shout from poop deck: “Goddess bless Socialism!”)
The weather then got bloody rough,
the creaking ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew,
the Aurora would be lost, like that freakin’ albatross.
The ship took ground on the shore of the well-charted Isle of Man,
with Anne Vanderhoot, and Inga, too,
the Governess, and her charge,
the Shepherdess,
a lass, Siobahn, and a leprechaun:
Abortionists in exile.
What’s the title, though? “Abortionists in Exile” is far too many syllables for primetime. Perhaps “The Isle of Woman”? Oh, wait, of course: “Manx Minxes!” With lots of showy musical numbers involving those precious little tail-less cats.
[Ed. note: I seem to have gone completely insane.]
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