Politics for Oiks

[lordcedricsmythe]

The other day, my butler brought me in my cup of tea,
"I say, Wilkins," I said to him, "would you like to be me?"
"I really couldn't say sir," then he gave a little cough,
"Will that be all?" and then with that, the bugger buggered off!

And as I drank my cup of tea, and ate my slice of toast,
I wondered which of us the good old Lord would love the most
Would it be bloody Wilkins, with his sycophantic ways
Or would it be Lord Cedric, who gives him lots of praise.

Well, really, if you need to ask the answer to this one,
You must be such a stupid oik, I'd shoot you with my gun
For on the upper classes, the sun must never set,
For we're the bloody tops and we have never faltered yet!

[Barry Hodges]

This is very true. I myself am quite posh although not actually of the landed gentry. I also have a very big cock.

[Edna Sweetlove]

I am pleased to hear about your large cockerel. I have a fat chicken I keep in my garden.