Food and Sex
A poem by Robert Frost
Wales thump Scotland
England beat Wales
Scotland see off England
Carry On Calcutta
Rugby loving
Mother Fucka
Jamie Owen Colonialists
eating biscuits
3 Nations Exit Brexit
Bounder's made a dash for it
Gove and Johnson covered in Baby Oil
David Davis lancing his boil
Hard or Soft?
Just like the egg you've been chasing.
A latte and some hard stares at Chapter
Plaid Cymru have just annexed Llanelli
To exclude the whole branch of a tree
Because the candidate wouldn't give them the key is rather petty
But whoopee just another day in the Bay.
Statues and Ice Cream Vans around Mermaid Quay
Stupid, rude families and their dogs are called Humanity
Single, middle aged men are pariahs on the state
But I refuse to become invisible because I do not conform to your norm.
Just because I have not bred in a bed
and given the NHS and State a head(ache)
Reduced to penning doggerel to celebrate our perpetual status as losers.
"Wales Wales dutiful I am to my country" said Humphrey
There will be some Welsh that are happier that England lost to Scotland more than they are disappointed that Wales lost to Ireland.
These are a problem because they see the enemy as Eddie
Jones and fifteen men in a chariot
where as we know that the enemy are within.
The Conservatives who kicked our Miners.
The Welsh Speakers who think like UKIPPERS
We need a cultural cleansing not an ethnic one
Capital City needs breaking into Cantons
Ganja smoking chavs eating lard-ons
Aspiring Millennials and Hairy Hipsters with Hard Ons.
The old, and I mean anyone over 50 should be left to die
Come on lurve don't cry!
We can't carry on like this cos the the service is full to overflowing.
Instead of voluntary redundancies we need Euthanasia.
Bus loads going up to the Heath to be put to sleep.
Our script is to dominate and power play whatever bad poets say!
Collective Effort wasted in unhealthy competition when we could be co-operating on removing this obsession with
food and sex
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