A poem by Edenderry witer Dr Philip Brady dedicated to the exploits of Adrian Brereton on the RTE Show Operation Transformation
The crowd began to gather
Round the Court House in the square,
There were lots of shapely sizes
In the hundreds gathered there;
They came with prams and buggies
And an old unlicensed dog,
And with Adrian they started
On their Transformation job.
They left behind Tandoori
And they started down the street,
Where the pepperoni met;
They passed by Larkin’s Bistro
With Mag’s kitchen, side by side,
They faced the Chinese “Sunrise”
As they passed by “Gold Fries”.
Going past the Pet Shop
The parrot thought it strange
That the crowd was chasing Adrian,
And was speechless in his cage;
But the Budgie kept on talking
Saying, “Watch him if you please,
If he didn’t have his breakfast
He’ll go into McNamee’s.”.
They went by New Row corner
As towards the church they went,
But the hill was heavy going
And their energy was spent,
Said the Parrot to the Budgie
When his voice again was strong,
“They should try it Sunday morning
When the crowds are not as throng.”
The hill was soon ascended
With Ofalia House in view,
Some were walking strongly
But some were struggling too,
Said the stragglers in a chorus
For everyone to hear,
It’s more respite that is needed
For the nursing homes around here.
They circled around the back roads
And began to change their track
It’s population transmigration
Says the parrot, coming back.
That’s nonsense says the budgie
As he bristled up his comb,
It’s Operation Transformation,
They’ll be skinny coming home.
There’s a Troika in Dublin
In a corner of Montrose
Who are advocating cutbacks
On anything that grows,
With a tape around his nipples
And a slide rule on his thigh,
They made war on Brereton’s breakfast,
And reduced his BMI.