An Ode to the Volcano:

Oh, Majestic Eyjafjalajokull,
we tremble in the face
of your ashen cloud of terror.
If only we had realized
your might.

Send not your shards
of molten glass upon me.
Nor upon my Aerlingus jet,
that the tiny leprechauns
whose marshmallows fuel our engines
might perish within your fiery plumes.

Terrible Eyjafjallajokull,
how the Great Icelandic Kings
must have feared you.
Trapped within their stony castles
while the rest of us remain,
bound to stay in Belfast,
until you grant us safe passage.

PS- I hope a hamster paraglides
into your enormous crater
that you may get all clogged up
and die.