12 Jul 2012
The Welsh see homes where others see caves
Sweat equity for digging graves
Far from Westminster land
They slave down under hinterland
And sing "The Men of Harlech,"
Debate what rhymes 'sides "echt" with "Utrecht,"
Paint walls like Albrecht Dürer*,
Those troglodytes in mine furor
And more like monkey than like man,
Wear miner's lighted cap, not astrakhan
But now see Rosie Riveter
Mein shaft; they give it her
She's mining tin to spite old sexist sins
Are those headlights? Look at the Harlech "twins"!
- Vivian "Voyeur" Darkbloom
cc Robert Graves, Flanders & Swann
* See Lascaux and
Also see a minister of the Wood Party lose his gravitas while realizing the gravity of his situation:
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