_ The Flyd Owl’s Poem _
There was an old bloke from Eastleigh
Who found aging so beastly
He kept an image in his attic
To keep his age static
But he’s still a Welsh cunt
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I once met a fella called Dan
who hatched an honourable plan
he’d get us together
whatever the weather
then his shoulder went bang!
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That mysterious character they call Bletch
Found attending social events a stretch
Launched forum missles instead
From deep inside his bunk bed
Is he a hermit, a warrior or a wretch?
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An internet warrior called Pap
Redrew the internet map
He kept things together
With the touch of a feather
And a down vote for those posting crap,
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A rally fanatic from Fareham
Hates id cards and all those who wear 'em.
At lunchtimes he goes
To his local Waitrose
And tugs on their lanyards to scare 'em.
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Our leader he rules from afar,
But he likes to pop down for a jar.
His hair it is long,
And his glases are strong,
But he still can’t see over the bar.
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Playing football, Bucks did not like
He’d rather go out on his bike
He preferred to straddle
The seat post, minus saddle
And moan about workers on strike.
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That fabulous fellow Saint Bletch
A new shirt from his tailor did fetch
All paisley and floral,
Of a size quite abnormal,
And what of the shirt? It should stretch.
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Cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt.
Cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt.
Cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt.
Cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt.
Cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt.
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Lacks a bit of variation in vocabulary and also may I suggest is devoid of charm
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Needs a little work on the scansion, but otherwise very good.
I wouldn’t say Dave was moronic
But he once booked himself a colonic
The doc’ grabbed his hose
Whilst holding his nose
But Dave insisted he use tonic
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Well, it did work so much better.
There was a young girl from Barking Creek
Who had her monthly’s twice a week
Said her good friend from Woking
How very provoking
You’ve no time for poking so to speak.
A man called Belch was a cunt.
And he wore the blouse of a cunt.
He drank like a cunt
Was told he’s a cunt
And said "…
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A poster called Let’s Be Drinking
Was incredibly hard of thinking
His clothes he would rent
In the size of a tent
And we’re talking circus not camping