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POST SOME FUCKING LOLS
Not much of a LOL, but I was forced to revisit Betjeman's "Slough", and find he has something to add to the question of which class is the real gammon:
And get that man with double chin
Who'll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women's tears:
And smash his desk of polished oak
And smash his hands so used to stroke
And stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.
But spare the bald young clerks who add
The profits of the stinking cad;
It's not their fault that they are mad,
They've tasted Hell.
It's not their fault they do not know
The birdsong from the radio,
It's not their fault they often go
To Maidenhead
And talk of sport and makes of cars
In various bogus-Tudor bars
And daren't look up and see the stars
But belch instead.
navel gazing fannies. POST SOME FUCKING LOLS U CNUTZ!