MacMartin O'Gwynn - the towns folk named him (Part I)
By Kenneth Paul
November 2005

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MacMartin O'Gwynn - the towns folk named him -
he stood out like a light in the dark.
He towered around twelve foot eight,
had a gargantuan gait,
and his feet could indeed leave a mark.

His gurth at birth made a dent in the earth,
his mother and father were proud.
Weighing two thousand pounds,
making all sorts of sounds,
he wasn't quiet... he was loud!

Each day on the mark he would walk to the park
and acknowledge each roof as he passed.
To the folks that he'd see 
(at least those in a tree)
he would wave like a fishing pole cast.

Was no folly when Molly met one ton of jolly 
and her heart let the big lug in.
She was just half his size,
nearly up to his thighs,
and his breath could make windmills spin.

When together, the pair would draw many a stare,
for the match was indeed quite alarming.
Yet you had to admit,
when you thought about it,
that the couple was rather quite charming.