The Curmudgeon

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

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Off With Her Laurels

A fortnight's sport and blah blah blah
Doth now approach the last hurrah.
To this occasion Duffy rose,
With trendy fractured humdrum prose.
She dropped clich├ęs, a name or two,
Into a bland unheated stew,
And made some statements - quite a lot -
To which the answer's No, we're not.
Although the Games could have been worse,
We cannot say so of her verse:
When, Carol Ann, you spout such blether,
We're not in it to-fucking-gether.

Byron McGonagall

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