the fags outnumber
the boazers
about a million
to fifty
clear the football
field, my lads
it's just about
that time...
the Daemon Headmaster
will referee
and then afterwards
shoot the injured
but their bumboat women...
will they all
find love again?
Old Ashe remembers:
"please, sir,
i'm very attached
to my skin
it's very much
like a greatcoat
for my skeleton
please, sir...no, please...sir...NO!!"
"ALL RIGHT, then!
take out your scimitars
and your guns
and your heavy damaging
crossbows
no, Frye, nuclear waste-
filled balloons
are NOT ALLOWED!!"
the fags outnumber
the boazers
about a million
to fifty
but then, you know
Bannockburn was won
with a little more
than fifty (i think)...
get ready now!
(my God, look at 'em all!)
are they really
ready to die
in a bloody silly
second English
Civil War?...
well, no
of course not
PLEASE DON'T BE SO
DAMNED RIDICULOUS!!
now let's have some tea
and sing "Don't Look
Back In Anger"
by Oasis.
adieu
Inspired (in part) by Roald Dahl's "Boy"
DB/c1998, 2014
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