The Wicked Fairy at the Manger
No wife, kids, home;
No money sense. Unemployable.Friends, yes. But the wrong sort -
The workshy, women, wogs,
Petty infringers of the law, persons
With notifiable diseases,
Poll tax collectors, tarts;
The bottom rung.
........His end?
I think we'll make it
Public, prolonged, painful.
Right, said the baby. That was roughly
What we had in mind.
U. A. Fanthorpe ('Christmas Poems - BC:AD', Peterloo Poets)
HT: ReSource
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