The Flower of Snotland—Bob Save the King

I reserve the right,
To call you mean names,
Whenever I,
So choose,
And there ain’t,
A damned thing,
You can do about it,
Fatty!

Lard arse!

We saw,
What we saw.
A seesaw,
Margery Daw,
“No escaping the maw,
Of common law,”
Said the macaw.

Walking neck-deep,
Upstream,
In a river of shit,
With your mouth open.
A day in the life,
Of the poor man.
Yet some poor men,
Still defend,
Runaway capitalism.
Fucking spastics!

Onto more serious matters…

I ate a sammich,
Made out of,
Dead puppies.
Humanely slaughtered,
Of course.
I’m no barbarian!

Oh deer!
I shot a dear!
Wear?
Somewear over their.
It had brown hare,
And ran up the stares.
Luck, but don’t touché.

I know you are,
I said you are,
But what am I?