Christy O'Donnell ,Humour in Poetry.

 

 

 

 

Shady muddies (snails)

 

Oh the shady muddies are coming, they’re climbing up our walls,

Slowly they’re not running, as they slither they won’t fall,

They’re drinking the rain water, their house upon their backs,

The plants they eat and slaughter, they know nothing of government tax,

 

Silently they move, leaving a shiny trail behind,

They have neither rhythm nor groove, nothing on their mind,

Freely they are roaming, to each and every door,

You never hear them moaning, neither rich nor poor,

 

But those shady muddies are coming, probing with their horns,

Like politicians running, from people crowned with thorns?

Promising all sorts, all kinds of raves and rants,

Together with their cohorts, have eaten all our plants,

 

They’re snails you see, living free off this green land,

Paying lip service to you and me, saying everything is grand,

They don’t do a lot, just slither slowly round,

They’ll tax everything you got, hidden well just underground,

 

And we won’t see it coming, distraction is their game,

While we’re up in arms and running, their plan remains the same,

Tax everything that moves, tax all that we can see,

Hide their clever little grooves, nothing comes for free,

 

Shady muddies won’t be rushed, into nothing will they be hurled,

To move they must be pushed, they plan to rule the world,

Oh shady muddy shady muddy, please stick out your horns,

All your efforts seen are shoddy; we pay tax before we’re born,

 

This country is our garden, while you feed beneath the grass,

The people have now hardened; we want to kick your ass,

While Merkel is your queen, her way becomes your rule,

In all that we have seen, she’s played you for a fool,

 

In Europe snails are rich, they bide their time and wait,

For Greece to make their pitch, sealing another countries fate,

Ireland on the other hand, waits and hopes and prays,

All shady muddy parties banned, numbered are their days.