UnPoetia:Childe Harold

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Oh! I walked for many a mile

Opium opium I use it in my rectum

Doth he strive for crack a jack? No!

He strive for hookers and hotel rooms

And boys in Greece

And War he fought for

Silly sod, he oft thought

For venturing so many a mile

Away from smokes and married women

And lo! He died of willy infection

And shagged his half sister,

To put the iron clod boot in.