The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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?

2 Comments:

  • At 10:54 pm , Anonymous Dave said...

    Very good.

    That last line stings, quite literally, like a bee.

     
  • At 6:03 pm , Blogger brokenbiro 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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