admittedly it's less aesthetically pleasing than screaming "FUCK YOU"
Oh Go And Knit A Fucking Shawl
Why, I remember Name of Chap,
that funny little man, with
his chirpy little voice and
his funny little hands all
clasped around his belly,
fat with lardy cake;
and all the cornish pasties
that he used to make!
Why, I remember Name of Place,
that glowing made-up time
when we talked about something
-or-other and your leg
touched mine, behind the
leaking Severn, or perhaps
the reeking Thames, or Tyne.
Of course I remember thingy,
and whatshername and that
other fellow with the face
and all the other humans
in our mucky little race!
Of course I care so deeply
when your tiny sparrow dies
and my tears are your tears
when your tiny heart cries!
It's just I'm frightfully busy
and it's such a terrible chore
will you take care of the niceties
sweetheart, while I go win this war?
Why, I remember Name of Chap,
that funny little man, with
his chirpy little voice and
his funny little hands all
clasped around his belly,
fat with lardy cake;
and all the cornish pasties
that he used to make!
Why, I remember Name of Place,
that glowing made-up time
when we talked about something
-or-other and your leg
touched mine, behind the
leaking Severn, or perhaps
the reeking Thames, or Tyne.
Of course I remember thingy,
and whatshername and that
other fellow with the face
and all the other humans
in our mucky little race!
Of course I care so deeply
when your tiny sparrow dies
and my tears are your tears
when your tiny heart cries!
It's just I'm frightfully busy
and it's such a terrible chore
will you take care of the niceties
sweetheart, while I go win this war?