This guy is a poet from Dublin. He is semi-homeless and his poems rarely rhyme, but we'll hold neither of these things against him because he's a bit of an awkward genius. This one's for all you English boyos. It's called Brittania:
It is not in the Irishman's nature
to cover the grass when it rains
and run for shelter.
Then the civilisers came
and taught us cricket.
And didn't you teach us well...
put up the polio one
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