Limerick Crochetes Portrait of a Dead Brit Nazi Lord of the Lollypoppians

Limerick crochetés: Portrait of a Dead Brit Nazi, Lord of the Lollypoppians Part One Once an uppity man from Poland Wed a stumpy wench from High Golan Result: mangy mongrel Was no way you could tell His front from his toady tail-end In Broughton raised as Mancunian For his stature was Lilliputian Sent up to hot Eton To become smooth Briton Of hoi polloi he nursed low opinion There at the clubby institution Three thorough-breds of noble distinction Chased him in quadrangle Stuck dildos up sockle In his hock-filled mouth sans elocution Lacking shining past in his pedigree Made him mug up facts in history Shot up into Oxford Father grandeur afford Marks and shillings through frilly lingérie At New College what spoke most was money Free drinks all around and clothes so horney So things ran with his ilk Reeking of mothers’ milk Ere going down he rode high and pretty Once down he was not down and out either With free hand in till of his step-mother In book trade old mongrel The art of the scoundrel He made much of his blithering litter Dreamed day and night of the House of Lords To rub knees with the Chancellor of Boards Stuffed Labour coffers cash Stood for Commons: whiplash Injury by hoi polloi on records © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014