Smeg'ead and Jasper
I know this can be deemed out of date with the rulings some years back now, but, let’s call it an animal version of ‘Lest we forget’.
Smeg'ead O'Mulligan, from any old Town,
He owned a rottweiler, big ugly and brown.
The dogs name was Cuddles, but he was quite a sinner,
for when in the park, had 6 poodles for dinner.
The yelps and the squealing were beyond all endurance
Soon all that was left was the Poodle’s insurance.
Jasper Le Fontenay, some kind of Toff,
Went hunting with pals, the horn blew, they were off
The yelps and the squealing were quite past the pale
Soon all that was left was the poor fox’s tail
On Monday morning, at the Magistrate sessions,
Judge Jasper would very soon be handing out lessons
“Never in my days, have I seen such a disgrace’
said Jasper to Smeg'ead, right into his face
Come Sunday next, young Smeg'ead’s in jail
While Jasper and cronies quaff down their ale
And very soon after the horn blew again
'Such a fine day, for us sporting men!’.
But am I a champion for young Smeg'ead’s cause?
Not at all my dear friends, and so let us pause.
Old Orwell told all to all sisters and brothers
That some men are indeed, more equal than others…
