The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Mar 10, 2005
A poem for Daily Mail readers
Taxes too high you whine
But when you feel sick
It's the telephone quick
You're straight on to 999
Get rid of your Mail it's poisoning your mind
When you open your mouth you talk out your behind!
Look at the traffic you moan
But you jump in your car
No matter how far
A steel bubble for you alone
Get rid of your Mail it's poisoning your mind
When you open your mouth you talk out your behind!
Not in my country you say
This land's too small
Get rid of them all
Except my au pair who must stay
Get rid of your Mail it's poisoning your mind
When you open your mouth you talk out your behind!
The youth of today you blame
With their nasty drugs
They're all mindless thugs
Barman, make mine the same
Get rid of your Mail it's poisoning your mind
When you open your mouth you talk out your behind!
No climate change you sign
But when come the floods
And you've a house full of mud
It's whose fault is this - not mine
Get rid of your Mail it's poisoning your mind
When you open your mouth you talk out your behind!
Can't stand the EU you rant
Germans all Nazis, French what a stench
And as for the Turks - let's dig a trench!
You spit bile, prejudice and cant
Get rid of your Mail it's poisoning your mind
When you open your mouth you talk out your behind!
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As befits a protest song, this should be sung at a rattling lick and accompanied by a fiddle band or a rowdy crowd...
