Saturday, 20 August 2011

Seen in the City

On the tube on the way home yesterday I was reading the Evening Standard and stumbled accross this rather witty version of hte Lord's Prayer. It tickled my funny bone so I thought I'd share it.

'Our Father, which art in prison,
Only mum knows his name,
They riots come.
Read it in the Sun,
In Birmingham as it is in London.
Give us this day our welfare bread,
And forgive us our looting,
As we're happy to loot those who defend against us.
And lead us not iinto employment
But deliver us free housing.
For thine is the spliff, the Blackberry and the lager,
Forever and ever,

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