Oh Adur with your skies so blue,
You really are a sight
To behold, a beauteous town,
It's a shame your council's shite.
An odious bunch, a total sham
Bolic gang of fakers.
The only thing that interests them,
Is their own money makers.
Now I understand, the previous verse
Contains a double meaning,
I leave the choice which, up to you,
You probably know their leaning.
They repeat their mantra, time again,
There is to be no mergin'.
But if you believe that kind of crap
You'd believe Jordan is a virgin.
They lie so much, and cheat and steal
why do we not all hate them?
The only question on my lips,
Can we defenestrate them?
The window is the only choice
That we seem to have left,
Take them to the highest floor
Them from the casement heft.
I know that it sounds harsh to do
And there should be other choices
But their heads are wedged, just too far up,
They cannot hear our voices.
They tell us that they're wonderful
And ever so hard workin'
But most of them remind me of
What's hidden 'neath a merkin.
So I'm sorry, my beautiful Adur,
You've really lost your shine,
For those in charge, their politics lie,
In the 30's by the Rhein.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Comments are moderated, so don't bother making any threats or abusive statements, because you simply won't get the attention that you crave and nobody will see your attempts to justify your existence.
Any direct threats will be dealt with as required.