The peasant republic
Chequered blouse, brown leather shoes,
rough denim pully, pink shoe laces.
Still wonder why I hate peasants?
Fools that smell and underneath dwell,
schools from hell teach nothing really well.
Dull glasses, regulation flat-top,
ugly ducklings spawned, hooray, hooray!
We’re headed for extinction, to be sure.
Braids in hair that will never be fair,
maids who stare fall down and never care.