Sure, and I'll post in the language of the Oppressor the words from the great Brian Merriman:

Everyone knows you were born in a ditch
Your ugly ancestors can't boast of their blood
They're aimless louts, sprung from the mud.
Everyone knows your father's a creep
Without friends or fame, common and cheap
A grey old yo-yo with no erudition
Without cup or bowl, racked with malnutrition,
Not a stitch his back, no coat on his body
A súgán for a belt, his footwear shoddy.
Believe me, people, if he was sold at the fair
Of all of his debts he couldn't take care
By the saints who are holy, 'twould make the news
If he then could afford a bottle of booze.