Kelly's Fight
Kelly limps into his favorite pub...
- My god! What happened to you? - the bartender asked Kelly as he hobbled in on a crutch, one arm in a cast.
- I got in a tiff with Riley - whispered Kelly to the beertender.
- Riley? He's just a wee fellow - the barkeep said surprised.
- He must have had something in his hand.
- That he did - Kelly said.
- A shovel it was.
- Dear Lord. Didn't you have anything in your hand?
- Aye, that I did - Mrs. Riley's right tit. - Kelly said.
- And a beautiful thing it was, but not much use in a fight!