Sometimes I forget that this world came

From fresh herring, that these people come

From solid herring stock. Lovely Bianca Black

Will soon be wedded to one Chien Meow, I see

Very clearly now how herring has brought us all

Together, under the lych gate, waiting, as always,

For the damn priest to tuck away his sin, before

He lowers us, one by one, into the bog, minus

Our blameless nuts and titties.