Spit The Dummy Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

ratchild sucks his thumb
screams, I do not like this one
he must go begone
and so I sit in prison
for me great lord has spoken
he a big guy be
'coz he's got all the money
stolen from you, me
power hungry maniacs
old and weak they do attack
bully boys they are
to keep you in constant fear
they won't shed a tear
gives bribes to get his titles
sir knight without principles
spic and spam the man
he bet on napoleon
bankrupt all England
let's give him a medal then
for traitors now rule our land
he sells bombs and guns
kills babies and little ones
for profit and fun
the anti-Christ has risen
in golden robes o' crimson
behold this satan
has come to raze our kingdom
now takes your freedom