Ranting Remus

Ranting Remus loved complaining
If the sun was shining it should be raining
If it was raining it wasn’t fun
Remus then wanted the sun

Nothing to him was ever right
He was always spoiling for a fight
Wrote to the papers every day
He simply had to have his say

Religion sent him wild with rage
He’d rant on for many a page
For vicars in knickers he had no time
To make them bishops? Heinous crime!

Not that to church he ever went
But simple had his spleen to vent
As he complained of dirty tricks
Of church and state and politics

He thought them all a bunch of fools
The folk who ran the country’s schools
He’d bend your ear for many an hour
Of the things he’d change were he in power

One day he met a banker fat
A real financial aristocrat
At once our Remus started shouting
The banker simply sat there pouting

All bankers he screamed should burn in hell
The arteries in his neck did swell
To the relief of all Remus fell back
And died right there of a heart attack

Good riddance Remus! :-)