THE PEASANTS HAVE GATECRASHED THE RECEPTION.

The peasants have gatecrashed the reception
And made a beeline for the buffet plates,
The guests are appalled
Saying “Let’s get them hauled
To the dungeons before it’s too late”.

There’s a tramp hiding under the table,
A pheasant leg clamped in his teeth.
He’ll gnaw to the bone
While the table guests groan
About the smell that wafts up from beneath.

There’s a vagrant stalking the stairways,
He could do with a rest in a bed.
Security guards
Drag him off by his arms
To cries of “off with his head”.

Now they’re raiding the drinks at the free bar,
Causing many a scowl and a hiss
Cos they’re guzzling the Pimms
And nicking the gins
And getting all royally pissed.

They’ve got their hands in the wedding cake icing
And they’re sucking their fingers and thumbs,
The guests in disgust
Scream “Oh, we simply must
Do away with these hobo’s and bums”.

But the homeless are hitting the champers,
It’s almost like living the dream
“Oh how the other half live
but we’re just dust through a sieve
to their jewels that glisten and gleam” 

But a dream doesn’t last for ever,
To a four by four, death march drum beat
They are lined up en masse
To be kicked in the ass
And ejected back onto the streets.

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