No wife, kids, home;

No money sense. Unemployable.

Friends, yes. But the wrong sort –

The workshy, women, wogs,

Petty infringers of the law…

… his end?

I think we will make it

Public, prolonged and painful.

Right, said the baby. That was roughly

What we had in mind.

U.A. Fanthorpe (1929-2009), The Wicked Fairy at the Manger