The Racist


There’s a racist and his girlfriend have moved in across the road,
And his first words when we met him in the street
Were: “It’s nice and quiet here. Not at all like my last house.”
And the rest of it I simply won’t repeat.
You see, I’ve never understood their vile self-important gusts
Of windy bigotry that crack their empty sails.
“They should send ’em all back home again!” he added with a sneer
Of contempt. I wouldn’t mind, but he’s from Wales!


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