The Joys

The Joy of farts

From current meanderings let us depart
For there is nothing funnier than a fart
It unites us all from princess to tart
And is more meaningful than science or art

But now I must cease as I feel like a tit
This poem is a symbol of prurient wit
Sorry because in this prelude to shit
It seems that nothing else rhymes with it

The Joy of Sects

CPGB spawn CPB and NCP
From RCP in Labour burst IS and SWP
Militant through to SL is a fad
Class War and Syndicos call CNT dad

At t'other end Union Movement Belle
Tempt old Blackshirt to sire LEL
With BNP (Mark I) and GBM copulate
To fertilise NF in cause of Hate