My Incontinent Welsh Uncle

I’ve got a smelly uncle, who lives alone in Wales.
He tries to keep his trousers dry but ultimately fails.
His sofa’s wrapped in plastic so his urine doesn’t spoil it,
And every room inside his flat has functioned as a toilet.
He hasn’t got a lot of friends, and people rarely visit –
It isn’t very pleasant when he wets himself, now is it?
He sits inside his flat alone, in Neath in West Glamorgan,
Passing stinking fluids from his reproductive organ.

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.