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There has been so much boasting & triumphalism in UK posts & boards,so I felt in only fair to commemorate their astounding success.

I felt a poem would be in order – it was a vision that came to me in the night following a beer & cheese function at the local pub, (an all you can eat & drink, ladies free)


(me & my muse when the vision came to me)

It is a poem, an allegory & a parable, an epic quest about Revenge, Crime & Punishment, Justice & Betrayal in the eWorld. Because of the complex imagary (as well as other stuff – I might need to explain what appears.
So, in honour of the UK’s victory may I present.

PADDYWOCKY
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

(just a description of the typical carryings on by personalities, nations & alliances in the eWorld)

But in all of this, threats were appearing, darkening the sky of merrie England, so the wise old UK CP called together the flower of UK Chivalry (a wonderful sight, like a big colourful perambulating bed of Pansies)

He felt the need to warn them

"Beware the Paddywock, my sons The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
(always trying to catch Northern Ireland which it considers belongs to it – the cheek)

Beware those Latino birds,
(those sexy looking ones especially probably trannies & ladyboys – you just don’t want to go there fellows, eer do you ?)

and shun the frumious MUFCroatiasnatch!"
(nuff said)

But the warnings were in vain,
Those evil monsters attacked & despite heroic UK resistance, rapidly overran the UK destroying everything in sight. It looked like the UK was doomed.
But what does the UK do when things get tough?

Like always they bleat loudly for their allies to save them \o/
And those said allies, horrified at was happening, flocked to save the UK.

The terrifying sight of a Paddywock destroying hospitals, old people’s homes & kitten rescue facilities

They rapidly swept the monsters from the UK, back to where they belonged. But not stopping there, they crossed the Irish Sea, taking the fight to the Paddywocks own territory.
And there in its very lair
One, two! One, two! And through and through The Polish mercs went snicker-snack! They left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
(not the Polish & other allies, UK fighters stealing all the credit as per usual)

(Polish mercs in all their glory)

"And hast thou slain the Paddywock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
(there is too much of that sort of carry on in the UK, I blame Oscar Wilde)
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy.
Just remember it is wiped not dead & will be back soon bye & bye

Absolutely no palagarism, nor were any poems mangled in this article...... trust me