Perfidy down at The Three Lions

Sir Robert must be turning in his grave:

The lefty scum that has taken over

His beloved creation become a slave

To each latest passing fad; rollover

And lie on their backs. Little girls have now

Become expendable, disposable

And abandoned. All but the sacred cow

Is policed. Crime seems unopposable!

Statues topple, flags burn, shops are looted.

Unfit for purpose officers they dub.

Violent attacks are executed!

O Lord, will someone take me down the pub!

Row row row your boat gently down the stream,

Belts off trousers down, isn't life a scream!

So, let's count: there's scummy in South Yorkshire,

Just destroyed thousands of little girls' lives.

Scummy from Cheshire ignoring crossfire

From 3,000 crimes a month, all with knives

Or other violence, to harangue us

On the correct use of pronouns. Just what

Indeed qualifies her to condemn thus

Our misgendering? Must be her haircut!

Scummy in Bristol told his men to "Look

The other way!" In Humberside they 'check

Your thinking,' and ask we keep a scrapbook;

"Stitch up your neighbours, hang 'em by the neck!"

Ad nauseam the list of the pisspoor,

Sitting in the body like a tumour.

Then what exactly do they do? Sod all!

They ransack your shopping cart searching for

Non-necessary items. Touch football

And breakdance at Notting Hill. Snub the war

And drink lattes at Smithfield. Anything

But prevent crime. All the cops are in the

Doughnut shops, busy virtue-signalling

Away. Inventing crimes so they can flee

From all the real stuff. Perhaps we should

Invite the Neasden bomber, (played by an

In-form Martina Anderson) who could

Just blow them all up! Just saying! Deadpan,

But no offence! The utterly useless

British constabulary are toothless!

To see how far the mighty have fallen;

The pride of Britain and the envy of

The world! Never have so many good men

Been led by such dross. When push came to shove

They abandoned and betrayed us to hold

Fast to their political correctness,

And taking the knee. As we have been told:

You can lead a horticulture. Reckless

However, to think you can make her think.

Retarded morons and disqualified!

Holding the police to account; they stink!

Is that now going to be classified

As a 'hate crime?' Albeit in their bibs!

So you despise me, Mr Gigadibs!

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

"Cockles and mussels, any old iron.

Knifes and machetes sharpened here." Don't doubt,

Take the red pill and go straight to Zion.

Do not pass the Supreme Court or any

Other disgrace. I may make you feel but

I can't make you think. Don't spend a penny.

Save up your money: prepare a field hut,

Paint yourself white and run and hide under

The table. The streets are a battle zone,

The sound of riots, the search for plunder.

Police outside, blasting the megaphone:

"We have the garage surrounded. Come out

With your hands up, or we'll fire the sauerkraut!"

A thousand-year tradition was broken

At the mother of parliaments, as

Yesterday all the members, handymen,

Ushers, catering staff and all that jazz

Etc., observed for one minute

A silence, in memory of Pink Floyd.

An old hippy band of erstwhile repute.

Both Chambers were noiseless, mouths unemployed

And brains in neutral as for the umpteen

Time they stared up vacantly into space,

While humming, "Careful with that axe, Eugene."

As the cuckold dwarf averted his face.

And all along London's river flowing,

"Does anyone know where Cheryl's going?"

Tom Tugendhat, Mercer and Brokenshire,

Osborne and let's not forget Andrew Gwynne.

All the wretched Scrutonizers on fire,

Come running top speed to put the boot in!

"Such sick people should be in hospital!"

"In hospital!?! What is it?" "It's a big

Building with patients in it!" The little

Mediocrities, suddenly they twig

The giant is under attack! "Come, let's

Kick him while he's down! Olympus is weak

And frail! We must act quickly, no regrets!

We should point and shriek at all his critique.

If we work fast we can raze his palace!"

You make me retch! Pass the sick-bag Alice!

So, if you escape from Planned Parenthood,

And don't get chopped to pieces in the womb.

If you survive the vaccinations; should

The mercury not put you in the tomb,

And the aluminium only shakes

Your brain. If salmonella should pass you

By, despite eating those Kellog's Cornflakes.

If you don't get paralysed by the flu-

Jab. And all the pig-faced shirt-lifters from

Warner Music Group haven't fired their guns

And blocked it in your country, 'cos they're scum!

(Mrs. Turner next door's got married ones!)

If you're not Asian, White or four-by-two,

Then go to Harvard and study French poo!

Good news from Scotland as they introduce

Live sex into all the kindergartens.

They even learn all about self-abuse.

So much more fun than silly old tartans!

There's more sex taught in Scottish schools a day

Than uploads to the internet each night.

You voted for her, O Scotland wha hae,

That wee Jimmy Krankie; now go eat shite!

It's dreadful to see that we don't slaughter

More politicians and judges ad hoc.

While 'Tommy Robinson walks on water,'

Stitched up like a kipper, hung from the dock.

A judgement that beggars comprehension;

I fart in your general direction!

Stitch-Up Sam, Stitch-Up Sam, best don't linger!

Corruptly selected by the Corby-

Nistas, including the gay fish finger!

Your wise men know just how it feels, to be

Thick as a Brick. Now, don't go and visit

Japan. There you can rot in jail for years ,

Before being brought to trial. And they hit

Also your family. Nor all your tears

Wash out a word of it. Then villeins and

The ploughmen got to have the lord's consent.

Next up is Arthur 'Two Sheds' Jackson. Banned

By 'the men of the new religion.' Meant

To test the people that forgives no wrongs:

BBC, a people that has no songs!

Just now joined the runners in worshipping

Cost-effective – China's Alibaba.

Halfway between Walmart and shoplifting!

"Do you smoke?" "Only when I'm on fire!" A

Chance to pick up a cheap everything...

I don't work in supermarkets any-

More! If the mountain won't come to Peking,

Smash the drawing room to pieces Benny!

That's very Buddhist isn't it! Big shove

By Russia in the Ukrainian land

Grab: five hundred billion cubic metres of

Natural gas under the sea – demand

And supply! Once a King always a King,

But once a Knight is enough for a fling!

This is a song about bald-headed John,

"They simply don't understand racism."

He talks a lot and it's usually wrong!

"This has naught to do with egotism.

From now on before the start of each race,

Everyone must wear a T-shirt saying:

'Bring back the Grid Girls.'" That's one in the face,

Liberty Media Corporating!

As for New Zealand, the Bixby of the

U.N., the dirtiest rugby players,

'Nuff said? And whales go to die on the quay!

Check out the Wozniex, the bricklayers

Pin-up. Wearing a bottle green outfit –

She looks just like a stuffed olive! Half-wit!

As for that poor Mr. Macron, he had

To go see his tailor to be fitted

For his gilets jaunes, (that's without the plaid!) .

He asked: Which side do you dress? He answered:

The side next to the window! D'accord, Serge?

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of Maori

Families still suffering from the purge

From the five million team. Inquiry

You don't get – not public or otherwise.

No Strong No Kind, no homes, no dry, no food,

No money for doctors or bills – surprise

Surprise! The forgotten people – just screwed!

"To your God, Lucinda, you will have to

Answer; not to me!” Best go join the queue!

So tell me, what think you of this new 'woke'

Christianity? All church leaders are,

Without exception, a practical joke!

Self-flagellating, breast-beating, bizarre

Apologizing for their unconscious

And conscious racism. So much ashamed

Of their failure – utterly nauseous!

Has it your vote? Panicked that they'll be blamed,

The Presbyterian Church USA,

With soul more blank than this decanter's knob!

Anxiously awaiting Election Day

For who to worship – "Just follow the mob!"

When, through his journey, was the fool at ease?

Swung to and fro by every slightest breeze!

Anyone in from Thailand? No? No one?

You're all dead?!? What, has the army transferred

The whole country? Better ride a white swan

Like the people of the Beltane. You heard

From Buppawan, Luelert, Satsaksit

Anyone? I'll ask my friend General

Apirat Kongsompong.  No, I didn't

Make that up. Crazy name crazy guy! Shall

I tell them? They think it's all over! It

Is now! Did you hear about the Spanish

Cigarette? He would never just permit

A day go by. How many can you fish

Condoms from a car tire? Three hundred clear,

Plus sixty five more if it's a good year.

Does anyone remember when Breitbart

Used to be a serious news website?

Turned into a Hollywood gossip mart!

Want to know what Michael Moore said last night?

Alyssa Milano, Rob what's-his-face,

Midler, or Emily, bobbing around;

Spaffing those assets all over the place?

(You don't get many of those to the pound!)

We asked you for derogatory names

For the Belgiums. You came up with some gems!

Once we had managed to put out the flames,

First out of the hat: "Let's call them: 'The Flems!'"

"Call me Fredo, I'll throw you down the stairs!"

"I'll show myself out. Just saying my prayers!"

So now let's get back to the Japanese;

Another disgusting police system.

Don't you dare commit any crimes there, please!

They treat all suspects like absolute scum!

You can just sit there in Solitary

Confinement for years. Add in fourteen hours

Interrogation a day. Contrary

To all their bowing and scraping, haikus

And stuff. Very well, do what you do best.

Take off your clothes. Look, another snuff out

By the army in Thailand! Feeling stressed,

Could it be you next? Don't worry about

The faggot. I'll take care of the faggot!

If you've got it, flaunt it baby, flaunt it!

There's Thumper Guiltmug, Chief of the Warren,

Informing on those more righteous than he!

"You see, it's just because he's so foreign!"

There is none more despicable than thee!

Now this is the law of the informer:

His Wine is deemed Nesech. His Kiddushin

Isn't Kiddushin. And, should it occur,

He's ineligible despite his kin,

To be a witness. Yet still he's convinced

Of his righteousness. Behaves like Zimri.

Claims reward of Elijah. Brain is minced!

In a chariot he'll look most kingly

He thinks, and thus he will rise to the skies.

Someone please tell his chariot to rise!

Did you read about the two disgusting

Little Hogwarts ingrate turds? If you can't

Act, at least be woke! Imagine finding

One in your laundry basket! Take your grant,

But don't spend the year in Spain! Just finish

Burning your Cat Stevens records, and go

Buy six black Cordelias! Those impish

Little Spaniards, hit by the torpedo

Of the Inquisition – never managed

To recover. All they do now is stab

Cows, as they remain totally ravaged

By the virus. Doing their best to nab

Their king. Their sole claim to fame: the wise man;

Antoni Gaudí from the Catalan.

'Twas back in the year Nineteen Forty-Four,

Twenty Seventh and Eighth of March. The vile

Germans, intent on winning the Great War,

Carried out a Kinder Aktion, in style!

The Kovno Ghetto, they snatched two thousand

And five hundred children from their parents,

And chucked them out the windows, so they fanned

Out across the whole sidewalk, in segments!

Screaming babies, dying babies and dead

Babies. The blood so thick it formed a gel

Impossible to walk on, all was red!

Has anybody read, 'Slingshot of Hell?'

Mind – "Oh it's all gone quiet over there!

Two World Wars and one World Cup!" That's warfare!

Still over 50,000 Holocaust

Survivors living in Israel, all

Below the poverty line. Simply tossed

Aside. No heat in the winter. No cool

In the summer. No food on the table,

Empty fridge! No family come visit.

No money to pay bills. Life unstable.

No money for medicine. How is it

Possible? Ignored by politicians,

The government just doesn't give a damn.

They've already spent the reparations!

More important – the latest traffic jam!

Still, not to worry, they'll all be dead soon.

And they'll carry on playing the buffoon.

All the quaints in this perpetual state

Of coming out...You saw my new sashay?

Oh, did I mention...? You met my new date?

You did hear, of course, my news...? Anyway,

To Mr. Lukashenko much congrats.

Proof that democracy simply cannot

Ever be perverted. Don't they have rats

In Spain, or did Franco have them all shot?

You just imprison all the press and shoot

All the opposition. Then declare that

You received 80% of the vote.

Next, send in the police to baseball bat

All the protestors out of sight. Good ridd-

Ance! "You don't fight with honour!" "No. He did!"

For anyone who doesn't watch the B-

BC, Churchill has now gone from being

'Our greatest Briton' to a foul, crappy,

Racist mass murderer, busy peeing

On the natives. But enough about that

Hive of scum. Anyone here with Gulf War

Syndrome? Twenty-nine years as a doormat

Will have taught you to discard all of your

Stupid ideas it was caused by poison

Gas, but rather, you being a complete

Retarded moron! And that's the reason

You got no compensation. The elite

Home Office and State Department did save

Themselves trillions! It was a brain wave!

Please spare a thought for the miserable

Aussie police, forced to waive sheep-shagging

So they can microwave those criminal

Protestors, moaning about the vaccine

And the never-ending lockdowns. Traitors

And plonkers, they deserve everything

They get: 3rd degree burns, severe blisters,

Agonizing sunstroke, out there marching –

Even in the pouring rain! And as for

The Kiwis, avoiding all distractions

Like banned baby names, “You will all ignore

The vaccine deaths and adverse reactions!”

Led by the nose like a herd of cattle!

Nope, you wouldn’t ride her into battle!       

We hereby officially endorse

The new business model invented by

The Post Office. What you do is you force

All of your sub-postmasters to comply

In using your pre-corrupted software,

Which you fixed to show up false shortfalls in

Their accounts. Then claim, even unaware,

They must pay you the cash they don't begin

To owe you! And if they don't pay, decree

That they be incarcerated! Do it

For five years and you get a CBE!

With our super new Horizon Fujit-

Su software, that's for ever on the blink,

"Way To Go, P.O., chuck 'em in the clink!"

(Details here.)

It's written in the holy books: Ten Parts

Of Wisdom were sent down to Africa.

Nine, Zimbabwe grabbed them with all their hearts.

The final one, plus a red umbrella,

Was spread out amongst the rest. Which leaves us

Wondering: "Are you going to die for

Some chickens?" "Someone is!" Now, let's discuss:

You must have seen parties of Blockheads – four

Or more. Their soft tops got roll-bars. Seems clear,

Jim didn't Fix It for them! Otherwise

They'd all be dead! I want a Last Supper,

And I want it to consist of – One Christ,

Twelve Disciples and No Kangaroo! Or

There'll be tears before bedtime, Salvador!

New accusers have just recently stepped

Forward to denounce Justice Kavanaugh

As having fondled them in an inept

And inappropriate fashion. Somehow,

This took place when the Judge was four years old,

In a petting zoo! The complainants are

Rabbits! The two L.A. senators, cold

But not yet dead: Di. and Maxi. will star

In a 'Walk On Washington,' to be called:

"We Believe Rabbits!" Security by

The Hells Grannies. And Grannies, while we're sprawled

along the road, no muggings on the sly!

As Philly Joe Remarkable looks on

In disbelief! Also – no damage, John!

Written by Dash Pebble

(You can view my poems on YouTube here.)

All hatemail to this address. If I can trash everyone else I can Trash you too!  

Anyone interested in videoing themselves reciting this poem to go up on YouTube? It’s too long for me!