Fox ripped to pieces by Hounds - This is sport? I think not.
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
To you whom oscar wilde labelled:
the unspeakable pursuing the inedible
and unspeakable you truly are
in your bloody red coats
and your snarling beaks
and your nasty beastial country ways
You ride roughshod with your nose aloft
Your high and mighty snoot
But how the mighty have fallen
In Englands pleasant byways
You are true unspeakable
And now worth not a jot
Pick up your bloody saddles
And you buggers off you trot
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
It’s there in plainest English
Your ‘sports’ a gory lie
The bigots and the bloodlust, the screaming of the fox
Are cleansed from the countryside
That suffering called ‘sport’
It’s not worth the words I write
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Not a very good poem but the best I could come up with this morning in between working etc.
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3 comments:
I thought you were quoting Oscar Wilde for a minute. Pretty damned good. Want to write some lyrics for me for our next album? We start recording very soon.
Hurrah is a good way to put it. It's about bloody time!
What Lola said.
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