Wise men once said:
“Never be sorry,
For flying with your flock”.
A load of shite,
If you ask us.

A bottle of Frij,
Gave me flu.
A shameful loss,
That warm summer night.

For Uncle John,
Needs a wee,
Against a tree,
The filthy sod!

Diary of a fag hag;
The woofter said no.
What could I do?
Hide in my shed.

In shit I trod,
After eating chilli,
Just for t’craic.
A chip off the old block.

Into your love I drop;
Stache like Chris Kamara.
Deliver a kick,
To ol’ Noriyuki,
Morita’s dead ass!

A flight to Canada;
God knows what for.
It’ll take a while.

For all that it was,
To beat your drum,
In memory of the asinine,
And make your call,
For the devout to fall.
Oh, so dreary!

Ever had a wart,
On your bellend, sir?
Sex with a kangaroo;
A wondrous drug.
LSD and Ethanol.
“Away you go,”
The fat bitch said.
She ain’t sorry,
For the pain she brought,
When she sat on your face,
For three hours.

I climb,
To the top,
Of a tall building,
And toss myself off.

Maybe, next time,
You’ll choose,
Your monotony breaker,
A little more wisely,
And empathetically?

A man identifies himself,
As having one arm,
Yet he has two.
He requests that,
An arm be removed,
So that he may become,
What he feels he is.
Is he sane?

Transgender anyone? 🤔

Toot, toot,
Goes the farmer’s bum.
He has wind.
Dodgy curry last night.
Glindornaphrom

Rod, Jane, and Freddy.
Twats!
One in the gob;
One up the arse.
Jane, you fucking tramp!

Ken attempts,
To keep his fart silent.
In the process,
He fills his drawers,
With slippy, nutty,
Shit!
No disguising that,
Kenneth.

Jimmy Saville,
Raped minors.
Tee-hee-hee.
Miners.
Mincers.
Poofters!

Inverness Caledonian Thistle,
Win again.
Show us,
Your cunt.
Different spokes,
For different yokes.

Wrexham.
Y Fflint.
Pwllheli.
Patagonia.
Wales and Welshishness.
Sheep shaggers!

Laftumblbuschingtashmgladumbachangflinglmclash.

Fucking bastard!
Ghengis Khan,
Opened a tin,
Of sardines.

Grey,
Like Arthur’s rectal pubic hair,
With a fist,
In the bollock.
Repartee abounds,
In this city,
With no name.

Deep throat your brother,
Why I shove a dildo,
Up my shitter.
Worth the funny walk,
For a few days succeeding.

Perversions of the mind,
Made solid.