Autumnal Greetings

Autumnal greetings Gerry, Rosie Ryan 'ere.
You have probably bean wandering how my sun Bon Jovi is doing. I am glad to retort that the cub is alive and kicking. He has just went back to skool to work on his thesis entitled, "Seamus Heaney, poet or proser?".
Its frightening to stand beside the cub when he is doing his homework. The top of his head gets scalding hot and steam comes out of his ears.
The cub is a fee-nominon Gerry. A one off. There wool never be another Bon Jovi Ryan. You can bet the farm on THAT!
How is you Gerry and all your kith and kin?
I hope's you'se is all jolly good and top whole.
Gerry, please play, "Daddy Cool" for poor wee Dinky McNacket who got locked in the freezer over nite at Moy Park chickens. Appendages have bean damaged Gerry. The doctors are working flat out to keep the amputations to a minium.
His wife wee Delma is climbing the walls screaming.
"It wasn't much, but it was mine!"
Our prayers go out to her as she waits for news in the snug in Murphy's public house.
I hope Gerry it makes you and Sean thankful for what you've got. You never miss it 'till its gone.
Saint Oliver Plunket said that before they cut the head off him.
Love, hugs and kisses from,
Mrs Rosie Ryan. xxx