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Nigel Lloyd poetry

Racist Horse

Sorry I didn’t mention it, I was going to of course

I’ve been meaning to tell you my story about meeting a racist horse.

Of all the animal oddities, you can add this to the list

And I’ve got a letter from Nigel Farage that confirms such things exist.


So don’t think I’ve lost the plot and am as mad as a hatter

What follows is a torrent or stream of equine racist patter, like:


We don’t feel safe in our beds

We’re overrun with foreign thoroughbreds

I’ve noticed a shortfall in my pay

They’ll work all week for a bale of hay.


They just come here for an easy life

All handed to them on a plate

They’re only here five minutes

and they get a free stable on the state.


They say they bring a rich culture

Something we should consider a factor

But my family go back generations here

Even before the tractor.


If they make it over from the continent

They’ve accomplished half their goals

And they’ll be guaranteed some handouts

With a wife and 19 foals.


At this point I had to speak

And say “That’s a bit strong

There’s only a few over here

And they’ve not been here long”.


He said “It’s alright for you

You’ve got a house, a car, and a job

No one’s pointing the hoof at you

Saying you’re an idle slob”.


He continues, “This is the way I live my life

That’s why I am showing no remorse”.

I never thought I’d see the like

A fecking racist horse.


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