A Happy Event
Let joyous rejoicing be loosed:
There's a new chick in Daveybloke's roost!
Give thanks, for this means
Precious Daveybloke genes
Continue to be reproduced.
Oh, Daveybloke has a new brat -
Rah rah and well how about that?
But will there be space
For both Daveybloke's face
And all of this new puppy-fat?
So Daveybloke has a new daughter:
How fine he and Sam-Cam have wrought her,
And flourished the sprog
In the hundred-day fog
As Gideon readies the slaughter.
The infant resource has been fed;
Daveybloke and his nice PR head
Now ponder her goals:
In wooing the proles,
Can she rival a son who is dead?
There's a new chick in Daveybloke's roost!
Give thanks, for this means
Precious Daveybloke genes
Continue to be reproduced.
Oh, Daveybloke has a new brat -
Rah rah and well how about that?
But will there be space
For both Daveybloke's face
And all of this new puppy-fat?
So Daveybloke has a new daughter:
How fine he and Sam-Cam have wrought her,
And flourished the sprog
In the hundred-day fog
As Gideon readies the slaughter.
The infant resource has been fed;
Daveybloke and his nice PR head
Now ponder her goals:
In wooing the proles,
Can she rival a son who is dead?
2 Comments:
At 10:54 pm ,
Dave said...
Very good.
That last line stings, quite literally, like a bee.
At 6:03 pm ,
broken biro said...
Ouch! Great poem - and that's exactly what the spin-meisters will be thinking.
They might have to think about a puppy too as society disintegrates. A really fluffy one.
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