flowerlady
Well-Known Member
This was sent to me by another......
Our father, who art in prison,
only mother knows his name.
Thy riots come, read it in the Sun,
in Birmingham as it is in London.
Give us this day our welfare bread,
and forgive us our looting,
as we're happy to loot from those who keep us.
Lead us not into employment,
but deliver us free housing,
for thine is the spliff, the Stella and the coke,
for ever and ever,
Innit.
Off topic a bit, I realise, but it made me smile!
Alec.
Alec this is brilliant only just read it I have copied hope you don't mind