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<blockquote data-quote="Ralan" data-source="post: 10556" data-attributes="member: 35"><p><strong>Rhythm and Rhyme</strong></p><p></p><p><u>Fox Hunting</u></p><p></p><p>At dawn we rid from the House of Lords,</p><p>Having smoked a pack of wild parliamentary ministers from their den.</p><p></p><p>The mangy beasts have never done us any good;</p><p>They (and similar vermin) are beginning to clutter up the English countryside.</p><p>By day the hide, depositing their acrid scent across the land.</p><p>By night they slyly creep into our farms and steal our chickens.</p><p>Twelve a-horse and thirty hounds per pompous rat should serve</p><p>To have the matter settled by the evening.</p><p></p><p>A blur of black against the forest grey sets off the dogs;</p><p>Hearts are racing and the hunt is on.</p><p>The weasels shoot away with sudden unexpected speed</p><p>But following the clear trail of fallen white wigs we soon have them cornered in Leicester square,</p><p></p><p>Where they are promptly ripped apart and left to rot in the hot London sun.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ralan, post: 10556, member: 35"] [b]Rhythm and Rhyme[/b] [u]Fox Hunting[/u] At dawn we rid from the House of Lords, Having smoked a pack of wild parliamentary ministers from their den. The mangy beasts have never done us any good; They (and similar vermin) are beginning to clutter up the English countryside. By day the hide, depositing their acrid scent across the land. By night they slyly creep into our farms and steal our chickens. Twelve a-horse and thirty hounds per pompous rat should serve To have the matter settled by the evening. A blur of black against the forest grey sets off the dogs; Hearts are racing and the hunt is on. The weasels shoot away with sudden unexpected speed But following the clear trail of fallen white wigs we soon have them cornered in Leicester square, Where they are promptly ripped apart and left to rot in the hot London sun. [/QUOTE]
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