Welsh White Supremacists

We’re bigotry teachers,
Germanic street preachers,
Spreading our hatred wherever we can.

From Penarth to Bridgend,
We won’t break, we won’t bend,
And you people should fear us, the Ku Klux Llan.

Stegosaurus

I’m really old, completely dead,
An armour-plated quadruped.
I spend my time just wandering round,
My belly inches from the ground.
I count among my many likes
Grass and big defensive spikes,
While numbering among my hates
Are creatures with no dermal plates.

Sunday

It’s one o’clock
I’m still in bed.
My mouth feels strange,
I hate my head.
I said some things
I’d like un-said,
And sort of feel
As though I’m dead.