Inspired by Edward Lear - The master of the limerick!
A chav sat down with a frown,
He did not want to be the group clown.
So to violence did he turn, things that make the stomach burn.
Just so he did not feel down
When everyone still called him a clown.
The politician had big ambition
But he struggled to use his intuition
Until one day, he was hit with a thought
His vision was finally wrought
That maybe he ought to get a real job!
The social benefit was a snug fit
Until it could not cope with demand.
Lost and confused and mightily bruised
It decided to go for a private break.
It did not come back.
To kick a ball all day and night,
Seems to be the youngest delight.
But if they knew it was like being at school
They may consider it the life of a fool.
So why not read and write all day and night?
A melee of rioters hit the streets,
Looking to boast of all their mean feats.
Smashing windows as they went,
On destruction, they were bent.
A middle finger at the elites and all their receipts.
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