Their sex – life, of late, has been flagging,

Reform’s flaccid flagpoles are sagging:

wind-blown rags line their streets,

whilst ‘bout litter, Gammon bleats,

but they’re saddos, and their thing’s flag – shagging. 

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Céadaoin, an naoú lá is fiche, mhí Eanáir,

An Bhliain Dhá Mhíle is Fiche a sé...

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Our Sarah has got a new chap

Called Jesus, (lives in t’ sky an’ all that):

Yes, she’s got religion,

Plays a born-again Virgin

In Reform’s Nativity an’ all that.

Yes, Christians, says Sarah, are good,

But Muzzies ain’t welcome in her ‘hood:

She’s cool shillin’ for Putin,

With our NHS’s lootin’,

An’ wi’ t’ sewage that the UK’s a-floodin’.

But I reckon our Sara...

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Reform school Gammons

needled by evergreen trees.

Snowflakes in meltdown!

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Dé Céadaoin, an séú lá is fiche de mhí na Samhna,

dhá mhíle agus cúig is fiche.

(Wednesday 26th November 2025)

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