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Pseudo-Travellers Oh! To be a Traveller! Where the countryside is free. With no regard for regulations, That apply to you and me!
They’re special, these pseudo-travellers. With protection from above, Parking caravans and vehicles On any piece of ground they love.
They don’t require a permit They don’t pay any price They scout around for open land And appear there in a trice!
They deposit all their refuse, Their human waste is strewn around. Urine sprayed at any point Faeces dropped upon the ground.
Their unhygienic practices, Rules of decency, which they reject. The wishes of the neighbourhood, Receive utmost disrespect.
They refuse to show identity, They profess that they are poor. And once they’re in the neighbourhood, They’ll come knocking on your door.
"Your garden looks untidy, Your driveway needs new tar, Pass me over a 'tenner'. And I’ll clean up your car."
And when they've gone, they leave a trail Of desolation, destruction and spite! Rubbish, tyres and broken glass And two fingers to the owner of the site.
These people are from a sub-human species. No grace and very little good will. As they disappear to another site They leave the taxpayer to pick up the bill.
What is it about these pesudo-travellers? To what race do they belong? Why is their treatment so special, When they don’t distinguish between right and wrong?
True Romany’s live a nomadic style A rich tradition which they proudly carry But why has legislation been extended, To include any Tom, Dick or Harry?
Rules and regulations must be tightened. Pseudo-Travellers must bow the knee, Legislation must be strictly amended, With rights confined to the true Romany.
By Leevus Alone.
Author: Trevor Durbidge copyright © 2011 [TJD]. All rights reserved. Revised: June 29, 2011 . |
