The art of self-abnegation
Was practiced for years in our nation
Then along came Howells
With his Celtic vowels
And banned it by proclamation

By the edicts of Philistines
You were outlawed
And we wept when we remembered thee
O tradition

Yesterday we sang
Tomorrow we may not
PELs could do that

They told me, English folkie
They told me you were fined
For singing in a public house
Tho' the landlord didn't mind
I wept when I remembered
How often you and I
Had raised our voice in chorus
But the music had to die
Pickled in Karaoke, banned by stupid law
Driven underground by Government
Not lost, just gone before

They say that Blair
Is a very fair.
I suppose it could be true
But it doesn't feel like that to me
Does it feel like that to you?

When you meet with Fred Creep
And you think he's asleep
It's no good you calling
He's just practicing Trolling

Alan

(suffering from late-night thread creep and a bad dose of doggerel)