In sex and sin we're drowning:
We live alone, remain unmarried,
And Duncan Smith is frowning.
The single life, the serial love,
Are not the ways of Britons,
Who must be lectured from above
And paid a weekly pittance.
If parents fight like dog and cat,
Or seethe in silent deadlock -
No matter, surely! Better that
Than happy out of wedlock.
If Albion you would preserve,
Cleave to your spouse and hold your nerve,
And propagate the nation!
Alas for times that did not vex,
When morals were far better! O,
Return, ye days when legal sex
Was clean and pure and hetero!
© Philip Challinor
Weblog: The Curmudgeon - You'll come for the curses. You'll stay for the mudgeonry.
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