If These Shitprawns Have Offended
By NelsonThanks to Duck (Scary) who was navigating the Carnival of Indignant Windy Bell-ends when he found this one. It’s about a carer (Jane Hoy) stealing money from her disabled client (Lorraine Andrews).
You are with cruel robbers on par;
Should disabled be you’re prey?
Two faced Hoy how cruel you are;
Look! your palms how mucked are they.When high trust is reposed on you,
What made you to filch from her;
How cruel of you to bid adieu
To conscience, and become a cur.When helpless Lorraine found you
Stealing money from her purse,
Wondered should carer pursue
Mean acts which invite curse.But for the key witness- the CCTV,
Who could’ve controlled your spree?
- T.Nandakumar, Chennai, India, 18/1/2010 12:04
Recommended by 62 indignant windy bell-ends.
53 Responses to “If These Shitprawns Have Offended”
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Now I have my glasses on I see that it is filch and not felch. I think this probably says something Freudian about me.
It would be lovely to see an edition of Question Time entirely in verse – questions & answers – but to have the urge to write godawful poetry on HYS is a worrying thing.
PS. I claim another £5.
TimeOnLine Burkha thread:
Someone on the same thread tries to make a coherent point and fails so miserably it hurts
Come on London Girl… you were almost there… erm … what were you trying to say again?
I think she’s trying to say that, while it’s frowned upon to take your racism to others, it’s fine to be racist about people who come to visit you.
I can’t decide whether I’m more annoyed by the stupid you’re/your mistake or the abysmal meter of ‘Mean acts which invite curse’. Twat.
When Rob Bryant refers to tent-wearers, is he talking about fat people?
“Look! your palms how mucked are they”
“Mean acts which invite curse”
Has she just nicked the list of clues from a cryptic crossword?
“Look! your palms how mucked are they”
“Mean acts which invite curse”
I suspect these particular lines refer to the act of throttling the trouser-ferret.
I’m imagining this sung in the style of a Gilbert & Sullivan comic opera, with every 4th line repeated by a chorus.
I thought I would follow the link and see if there was anymore to this story and so clicked on the ‘Carnival of Indignant Windy Bell-ends’ and too late, realised that I was being redirected to the Daily Heil. I tried to get out of it,I really did, but got sucked in and now I have the urge to go and abuse a one legged asylum seeker in an Ingerlish council house.Wednesday was going so well.
I wouldn’t describe it as a Carnival though, more a washed out church fete in Sussex with humorous entertainment from the Vicar
This rhythmic commentary is catching:-
“dreadful state of affairs, and would recommend, all vunerable people, have these cctv systems installed.
Fight Back people…
- ButePrincess, argyll & bute,”
Apart from leaving the L out of “vulnerable” and, presumably, “back” it’s not a bad stab at a coherent structure
I am greatly amused that for all his command of flowery language, the poet apparently couldn’t think of a better word to express how stained with guilt Hoy’s hands were than ‘mucked’.
Soiled. Like his pants.
Fuck. This is actually a sonnet.
I was more amused at how someone knows all those flowery words yet didn’t know how to string them together.
Definately going for Lady Macbeth imagery isn’t he/she?. All they need is a few ‘doths’ and a ‘verily’.
There was a woman complaining about First Crapital Connect in “verse” form on the news last night. People who insist on performing this particular variety of gittery should be bludgeoned to DETH in public.
@Alex – at least you can take solace in the fact that the meter is so fucked, it may as well just be prose with some funny linebreaks and a lot of words that sound kind of the same.
I find it rather endearing when these arse-monkeys decide to voice their opinions in verse form. It makes a change from the stream-of-consciousness arse gravy we’re used to…
And I especially like the vocab compromises, where our erstwhile poet struggles against the cruel confines of their chosen medium (and the cruel confines of their own failed existence)to find a suitably evocative and powerful word to portray the utterly heinous nature of the crime of which they were moved to write.
Mucked = Genius
Purse/Pursue = Double Genius
Is the poem about Jane Hoy, or Chris Hoy, though? He’s pretty mucked, I bet…
Fuck me, Rick from The Young Ones could write a better poem than that.
Maybe all comments should be in rhyming verse. At least it might stop some of the usual cunts using “indigenous” in a way that’s completely perverse.
Fish
““indigenous” in a way that’s completely perverse.”
You need to find your coat. NOW!
@Cougar Brent “Chris Hoy, though? He’s pretty mucked, I bet…”
From eating too many Bran Flakes then going cycling? Is that what you’re implying?
It’s on a boat, somewhere remote.
I’d be quite interested to see where T.Nandakumar draws the line with this poetry commenting business. I would like to read their witty poetic response to, say, the disaster in Haiti or the escalating trouble in Afghanistan.
Actually on second thoughts I wouldn’t.
By the way I once tried wearing a tent in Saudi Arabia and I sweated my tits off. Not recommended.
Fuckwad opinions are so much more persuasive in verse. The BNP should rewrite their manifesto in haiku.
And yet, the one time it might be appropriate, not a single ‘methinks’ in sight. This might be the single most ironic moment in HYS history.
I’ve a long list of morons indigenous
to be hurled off of something vertignous
since they can’t fucking spell
or do anagrams well
and think Cuger and Bruce aren’t synonymous
Few now know that jazzman Charles Mingus
Once flew twice a week on Aer Lingus
For his young gaelic fancy
Lived in Ardmaclancy
But she wouldn’t let him do more than hold her hand.
nice spot – check it man:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/local/london/hi/tv_and_radio/newsid_8468000/8468560.stm
Visual and aural HYS style rants.
I hate FCC too but FFS I’m not writing bad poetry about it – I reserve that for women I obsess over.
Oh, bollocks.
At last, my specialist field. “Kayleigh, is it too late to say I’m sorry?”
Fuck you Fish, you 80s has-been, our stuff was way better than yours…
The crime she did cries against what’s right.
Stole from disabled people longing for some company
She stole their things with fingers light,
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
@ Kelvin
Fuck,fuck,fuckidy fuck… can’t believe I forgot that one.
@Toto
Bastards. And you’ll get shitloads of royalties every time some unimaginative producer decides your hit song will be just the thing as a theme tune for this summer’s World Cup.
I’d almost forgiven her rhyming ‘month’ with ‘trumps’ but then got to ‘and makes all of your passengers cry out loud. WITH PAIN.’ and had to stop listening.
Carol Ann Duffy must be bricking herself.
Am I going mad, or did this very site not once feature a poetic ode in remembrance of Baby P, set to the tune of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme tune?
Off topic, but I’m waiting to see with baited breath how HYSers will respond to:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/beds/bucks/herts/8469850.stm
It’s homeowner jailed after an intruder is hunted down and given a taste of ‘true justice’ verus barbaric, muslim mobs who refuse to follow Ingerlish law.
Eek! The supsence is killing me – which way will it go??
Indeed it did Phil,
http://ifyoulikeitsomuchwhydontyougolivethere.com/2008/12/04/little-soldier-angel-saint-baby/
Philbert, spot on with the G&S idea. It cheered up my day no end.
Ah, that takes me back. On a related note, I’m off to spam the Cadbury’s/Kraft thread with my own poetry, much of it inspired by or directly lifted from “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It”
I’d rather do Vyv
On your own head, be it…
Am I going mad, or did this very site not once feature a poetic ode in remembrance of Baby P, set to the tune of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme tune?
Oh dear sweet lord in heaven!!!
I think that poem is legit – it’s just toooo funny.
From the “How should families be supported?” Thread:
“Added: Wednesday, 20 January, 2010, 14:41 GMT 14:41 UK
A pamphlet guide for new dads supported by Ed Balls?
BA isn’t on strike yet are they?
Join the queue…
I’m orf
[ColPete], London, United Kingdom”
STOP ALL THE CLOCKS
CUT OFF THE TELEPHONE
THE GOVERNMENT IS PRODUCING A PAMPHLET
On the bright side, expect increasingly grumpy posts from ColPete as his wanking strike drags on.
Fish,
You aren’t the real DW Dick. If you were you’d be far more pretentious
Damn. Rumbled.
Indeed, I am only named after the great man, having been briefly infamous for being drunk and miserable many years ago.
I don’t see what the problem is. It’s survival of the fittest – the able bodied steal from the disabled. It’s fairly obvious that this is a triumph of liberal capitalism and the failure of the welfare state.
No more Broon. No more Broon. No more Broon.
By the way, since I started reading this thread, the weather has gone from awesome to raining like a bastard. I don’t think it’s a coincidence.
Yes, that existed.
By god, it was good.
Do you feel the pain
of poor sweet Lorraine?
Boy! Hoy!
Twat.
Am I the only one mourning the missed opportunity to use the word ‘fucked’ at some point further on in the poem, given that she used ‘mucked’… ?