7 July 2012
Gurny gob,
Ugly mug,
Sulky brat,
Push and shove.
Tongue poked out
In the Tescos line,
Far from an angel,
Far from divine.
Kicking and screaming
Pulling down shelves,
No discipline from mother
Or father as well.
You get what you want,
Spoilt through and through.
Watch out little miss
I've my eye on you;
I'll have a word
While their heads are turned,
That'll stop you
From whines and gurns
When they don't buy
The food you crave
Or don't get the toy you want
The in Happy Meal they gave.
So gurny gob,
Ugly mugged one
Shut your pie-hole.
There. Job done.
Ugly Mug • Opuss № I