You know those neighbours,
You want them out?
Well send them a box of hatesprouts.
Old Colonel
McMuffin,
He fought in the war,
He drones and he jabbers,
He's just such a bore.
Well pump up his piles,
And double his gout,
And send him a box of hatesprouts.
And lah-de-dah
Angela,
School friend from Hell,
She's oh-so-successful,
She's doing so well.
Afflict her with hoodies
And Lager Louts,
And send her a posse of hatesprouts.
Those slippery
colleagues,
With talkative tongues,
And slip-sloping shoulders
Climbing the rungs...
Well just turn the tables,
Yes turn them about,
With Personal Development hatesprouts.
And then, there's
those Forums,
The Internet Space,
Those know-it-all people,
Who don't know their place.
Well show them who's gaffer
And give 'em a clout,
Just cook them a message of hatesprouts.
Hatesprouts in their
coffee,
Hate sprouts in their shoes,
It hides down their toilet
And bites their yoo-hoos.
Much better than snowballs,
Of that there's no doubt
A frolicsome game of hatesprouts.
Andy Morley 8th
December 2006
The
vegetable from Hell... we either love it or hate it, but
whether it's extreme, or as here, banal, even the dark side
has its dark side. There are dimensions to sprouts that most
of you have never even dreamed of...
Play the game...
