Theres and unsightly hideousness
\nSharing our spaces
\nTheir countenance countrified
\nForbidding faces
\nLand owners farmers
\nBumpkins maybe
\nThe rustic the caustic
\nBloodlusting they be<\/p>\n
Throwbacks to an age
\nMedieval before
\nPeople took heed of the ways
\nOf the law
\nRespect for the wild tribes
\nWas lost in the ways
\nOf time immemorial
\nThe wrinkled gaze<\/p>\n
Blood sports took fashion
\nThey lived for the sport
\nFor the power of their dogs
\nIt took over their thought
\nBaiting the badger
\nHunting the fox
\nCoursing the Hare
\nNothing orthodox<\/p>\n
It leaves a bad taste
\nIn my mouth anyway
\nInelegant philistines
\nMaking souls pay
\nTo be harried and chased
\nTo be frighted and caught
\nTo be bitten and snarled at
\nAnd anyway sought<\/p>\n
Its against the law
\nOld Brock has that stand
\nHe is not to be cornered
\nHis sett is his land
\nHis freedom to be
\nHis freedom to say
\nAnd let mo man despise him
\nFor there is no way<\/p>\n
He must ever be baited
\nBe bereft of hope
\nBe put to the fear
\nThat he could never cope
\nWith his powerful claws
\nAnd his dangerous bite
\nHe could inflict some wounds
\nFor the dogs as a right<\/p>\n
The poachers and Lampers
\nSupposedly are
\nCountrymen stalwarts
\nBut clearly they scar
\nAnd scour all the places
\nDoom merchants they
\nGo after sweet Bruin
\nAny given day<\/p>\n
Quiet and docile
\nBut when cornered he be
\nA warrior breed
\nWho can fight who can see
\nA dog on his way to the rainbow bridge
\nWhere
\nA bloody encounter
\nWith so much despair<\/p>\n
Its been illegal
\nFor two hundred years
\nSo why its still happening
\nWhy all these tears
\nAre being shed
\nAt the end of the day
\nWith the wild life units
\nNot making them pay<\/p>\n
Its their unmanliness
\n a big girls blouse
\nSpiritless spivvery
\nWasting their hours
\nBringing discredit
\nTo countryfolk they
\nAre held in contempt
\nAt the end of the day<\/p>\n
Arrogant haughtiness
\nSneering they be
\nAlways in the right
\nPresumptive flagrancy
\nImpudent mannerless
\nGood at abuse
\nRude and uncivil
\nWill often traduce<\/p>\n
The goodly the upright
\nAnd go on their way
\nWith a hatred of wildlife
\nA nauseating twang
\nQuick into anger
\nAnd so quick to hang<\/p>\n
Reasons to be
\nAs aggressive as hell
\nTo any who caution them
\nWho dare to tell
\nWill soon feel the smouldering
\nAcerbity
\nThe tantrum the tizzy
\nTheir indignity<\/p>\n
And what of the Badger
\ndear Bruin dear soul
\nA wonderful mother
\nWho takes on the role
\nOf defender against them
\nThe lout of the year
\nWith his dogs
\nGetting bitten
\nAnd bloodied I fear<\/p>\n
They are bloodthirsty barons
\nOf bitchy intent
\nBarbarous infidels
\nLucifer sent
\nReady to tear out the heart
\nOf a soul
\nOr watch their wily lurcher
\nJust take control<\/p>\n
There is no lack of pity
\nJust a badness of heart
\nNever compassion
\nA sadistic fart
\nStands between us snd them
\nAs the badger recoils
\nAs the temper inflates
\nAnd certainly boils<\/p>\n
Its a fight to the death
\nIt is wrongness all through
\nBitter and unwarranted
\nAll that they do
\nThe police must come down on them
\nHeavy and hard
\nFor to write as I do
\nI’m a saddening bard<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Theres and unsightly hideousness Sharing our spaces Their countenance countrified Forbidding faces Land owners farmers Bumpkins maybe The rustic the caustic Bloodlusting they be Throwbacks to an age Medieval before People took heed of the ways Of the law Respect … Continue reading