From Pattersons Field

Jesus, Mondays are a Bag of Bulls Balls.
None of which I saw in this field, as they were all Bullocks.
Curious Bullocks.
My boots are covered in Bullock Bombs.
My midriff is covered with Bullock Drools.
I drew the line at tongues.

Anyway, this is Baltinglass, where we live.

Ye are all invited for Christmas.