Eve Births These

Found this on the British Anagrammy website. A complete anagram of a Larkin poem, devised by David Bourke. It's pretty funny. But he didn't anagram the title (that's mine).

This Be The Verse, by Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad,
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had,
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked-up in their turn,
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern,
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man,
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

and now the anagram:

Eve Births These

Yes, your parents, they'd once fucked,
And you're their sorry lot.
So if you must have sex,
Then please tie it in a knot.

If you must sow your oats all day,
Just think of your old mum and dad.
And then use a condom, eh?
You don't want the brat they had.

Ah yes, to be a new mother or father,
Means feed that damn fucker, and play a bit.
And yes, that's the last thing that you'd call fun, eh?
- A nappy full of messy yellow shit.


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