Tag: Wales

Wilhelmina–Fuck’n Reight, Man!

Willy, willy, willy.
And todger.
And winkie.

Between you and me,
(And don’t let it,
Go any further),
I don’t half,
Need a shit!

Pop the balloon,
Using only your conk.
“Detritus!” she cried.
“Detritus all around!”
She was right.

A shame.
A damned shame.
All I have to offer,
Is sarcasm,
And a trainer,
With dog shit,
On the bottom.
Will that suffice?

Lonely badger.
Empty platitudes.
Fallen heroes.
Do we salute,
And regale,
The sperms,
That don’t make it?

Tide Pod Dreaming–Oxidation of Spackles

Brick the toilet wall.
Don’t eat asparagus,
Unless you desire,
Smelly wee.

On your bike!
Show them your,
Gentle side.
And Wrexham,
Washed a barnacle.

Brick the toilet wall.
Old habits,
Kiss a socks.
A pants.
A glassus.
Vibratronic!

Stumpy Rogers,
Chuckles O’Casey,
Curtains DeMarco,
Shampoo LeStrange.
Tripping balls!

Can I borrow your sock?

Brick the toilet wall.
Wraith of Sparta.
Rock the bells,
Was an optimistic,
Point of view.
Very droll!

Nostril–Nostril

Stop the train!
There’s a dick on it!
Demiratolasis.
Clock-click-clack.

Burton-upon-Trent,
For tea tonight.
With chips.
Touch the arse.
So hairy and sweaty.
Yeltzin.

Gonorrhea,
For the ladies.
Big, horrible, dirty,
Sweaty, greasy, shitty,
Rotten, minging kebab.
No salad!
Do I look like,
I eat salad, Sabu?!

Will you drop,
Your pants and,
Show me your shitter?
Clock-cleck-cluck.
Ching-chong Chinaman.

Sperm in your cunt.
You slag!
Hit me, baby, one more,
Brian.
By Bruce Forsyth’s chin!

Male Privilege–Shut Up You Cunt!

Am I allowed,
To say Paki?
I don’t know,
What’s allowed anymore.
Calling us Welsh,
Sheep-shaggers seems,
Alright though 🤔

I heard a faggot,
Slating straight men,
The other day.
And a dyke,
Slating men,
In general a few,
Months back.
In a workplace no less.

Where’s the line?
Who drew it?
I’m confused.

Feminists,
Seem to be able,
To say what,
They like too.
Male privilege?
The only privilege,
Straight, white males,
Seem to have,
Is to soak up,
The bullshit,
And the diatribe,
And say nothing back.

Where’s the line?
Who drew it?
I’m confused…

Passenger Side–On My Way to Colin’s Gaff

Oh-eight-one,
Eight-one-one,
Eight-one-eight-one;
Yeeeeeeah!

Check out the sound;
Here is the rhythm,
Even bigger than before,
And its live and kickin’!

Party political broadcast.
Sarsons vinegar,
Went to Norwich,
In a tractor,
Made of permafrost.

Is it prejudicial,
To say snigger?
It is,
After all,
An anagram,
For gingers.

Break the cycle.
I don’t mind blacks,
Personally.
Talk a bit,
Of shit,
But that isn’t,
Their fault,
I suppose.

Listen to shit,
Music on the,
Bus really loud though.
That’s annoying.

Winsford Rock–Wimborne Roll

Malcolm Glazer.

“A wondrous site,”
Bryn did exclaim.
Due to interpretation,
I don’t know if,
He said site,
Or sight.
Could’ve been shite.

A dreadful ploy,
Colinson Zacharia initiated.
Silly bastard,
Trod on some Lego.

Mmmmmalcolm Glazer!

Free thinking,
Will get you nowhere.
Onions weep,
For freedom.
Pain will make,
Itself known,
Once one peels back,
All those layers.

Lairs.
Fishy twat.
Horton hears a what?!
Snot!
Put it in a pot.
Eat it while it’s hot.

MMMMMALCOLM GLAZER!!!

Philson Wilips–Rock Hard Todger

Eaten alive,
By killer ants,
My aura floats,
Above my,
Physical form.
“Ain’t dat some shit?”
I muse philosophically.

Bobby Davro.
Dan Quayle.
Spinach fajitas,
With kale jus.

Allo you little,
Greasy papa!

Wiggins.
Flasch the Casch!
Sminky pinky,
Kebabasawi.
Little Tommy Two-Shits.

Just look,
At what you’re saving,
When the prices,
Are so low.
There’s really only,
One place,
You can go!
Oh!

Kinky, kinky, kinky.
Fuck off mate!

With No Name–Keithlington

Yid!

Not being funny,
Or owt, but,
Why are you done?

Precious things,
Elevate ignorance;
Terrible things,
Emulate greatness.

Keep gays,
Empowered in society.
Not fair otherwise.

Donkey balls.
Eleven of them.
Ripper of a fart.
Eddie Izzard.
Kiss the tranny.

Know your role,
Even if you dislike it!
In fear,
Thou shalt live,
Heathen bitch!

Bognor,
Regis.
After sexy time,
Is it okay if,
Nobody speaks?

Piss in me!

Infected Nipple–From Carlisle to Vanuatu

Divn’t y’na?
I’m rockin’ y’intournally.
White shite,
And sausage butties.

Gorau adnabod,
d’adnabod dy hun.
Except,
If you’re dumb,
As fuck,
Of course!

A fist!
A fist!
A fist in my jappy!

Rip out the faucet,
Of your ceaseless,
Nightmares.
Turn back the clock,
On mendacities,
Once told,
Once.

Alf Stuart.
Strike me handsome!
Ya great, flamin’ gallah!

Ray Meagher.
Rae Meagre.
Raym Eager.
Geoff Capes.

A cacophony of cunts;
Just one cock.
Let’s get,
The party started!