ramblings and things
Mr Bang Away Regardles
Has children one, two, three, four,
The latest one hardly born before
The next is knocking at the door.
And Mr Bang Away Regardless
Is himself just twenty two
And Mr Bang Away Regardless
Knows exactly what to do
And Mr Bang Away Regardless
Doesn’t live with his mate
The sound of screeching children
Is a noise he really hates
So Mr Bang Away Regardless
Only visits when he feels the need
For a little kiss and cuddle and,
In consequence, to spread his seed.
And Mrs Bang Away Regardless
One of those live apart sort of wives
Really seems to thrive whilst Incubating
Every one of those new lives.
When it comes to his Gene Pool contribution
Mr Bang Away Regardless doesn’t shirk
Which sadly doesn’t leave him with
Enough energy to do productive work.
And the Human Rights Brigade
Fight for his constant right to breed
And for the honest working mug
To subsidise their every need.
And Mr Bang Away Regardless
Just doesn’t give a damn
He’s a live at home for ever lad
Sponging on his dad and mam.
It’s only thanks to a compassionate
Society that allows for such a drone
As Mr Bang Away Regardless and his ilk
To Merrily live in a world of their own.
Towards our land Fit For Heroes
Was it ever considered as a right
Our society would allow to breed
Such a bunch of shameless parasites.
Or is it education
Did we let him down
He's maybe not a parasite
Just a gormless clown
With his brain in his trousers
And not a thought in his head
And a real natural talent
For performing in bed.
Fecundity