Nice limerick, Jerome. Well, you're right, it's silly to teeter around like a nun at an orgy. Here we are.
A Speeding Train
I’d rather nail my testicles to a speeding train than be President of the European Union: Tony Blair
A train is speeding through the night,
A scattering of sparks and steam.
It’s here, it’s there, it’s out of sight!
A train is speeding through the night
The carriages ablaze with light
And bollocks on the buffer beam.
A train is speeding through the night,
A scattering of sparks and steam.
This is the Train for Europe which
Is crammed with everyone that cares
For freedom for the filthy rich,
The Toytown Train for Europe which
Will surely finish in a ditch.
The balls, of course, are Tony Blair’s.
This is the Train for Europe which
Is crammed with everyone that cares.
I think I might come up with a variant last line but I haven't thought it up yet.
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