Welshman think so much about their ladies, they put one on their flag, over by there

I was wondering what brought about my
piece on celtic bestiality the other day when
it suddenly struck me like a smackeroo
blurdee from the heavenly bode...deep joy.
Its that time again when my old Welsh blood
starts to bubble towards the surface and flush
my normally immaculate, sophisticated, European
complexion. I feel like singing from the rooftops over
by there, or down by here. I feel like rubbing myself
all over with daffodils, putting leaks into everything.
Yes. Its that time of year when its considered healthy
to hate the English and other neighbours.....the Six
Nations Rugby trophy.
I am old enough to remember when the Welsh
were invincible. The days of " God Olmighty" Edwards,
" Jinking Jenius" Williams , " Jet Propelled Rhino ",
Williams and the rest of the boys bach. I recall
standing in the stand with my Northern mate...
Atkinson Grimshaw...when a Scotsman fell out of the
upper stand on top of us still holding his pint glass. He
then challenged us to a fight....we managed to calm him
down with promises of more alcohol . I blame Thatcher
for closing the mines , and the advent of light industries
in the vallies. Thats where it all went wrong. They are
not the men they used to be.
But we will find the strength again. We will rise
and take our rightful place at the top.
" Feed me til I want no more
Feed me til I want no more........."
We just have to beat those perishing paddies...isnt it ?
Come on Wales.
Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.....
Come on Wales