I wrote a poem about my feet but my feet will kick a tree if I read it. I don't know what a tree has to do with it.

I was going to write a poem about people who buy leprechauns against the advice of friends and family, and pretend they're happy with their purchase, even after the leprechaun starts eating washing powder. I read them the poem about my feet instead, only I replaced the words 'my feet' with 'your leprechaun'. They hit me with a shovel. I don't know what a shovel has to do with it either.

Julie Feeney.

Album: 13 Songs.

She makes most other singers sound as if they were taught how to sing by a man who does most things with a sledge hammer.

Website:

http://www.juliefeeney.com/