Here is my example with today's WFTD.
In Britain, a bunch of foul muslim guttersnipes hurled insults and epithets at British soldiers returning home from Afghanistan.
Muslim militants hurl abuse at military parade in Barking
No pushing at the door please!
Happy Humpday Everybody!
Only 
days left until BO's replacement is sworn in.
Get to class you slackers! I've opened a new classroom, but Dave forgot to get the gradebook from xsmommy. So if you're looking for a grade you'll have to ping her. Secret Garden and Tioga are usually pretty generous with the plusses if you compliment their shapely legs, so you might try submitting your homework to them instead. My secret for getting extra plusses on my A+ from xs will remain a secret between me and her, so you're on your own if you want her to review your work.
Even a partisan guttersnipe
Could tell that “the speech” was such utter tripe
It just made me recoil
Hey, Barack—”It’s the oil!”
And sending it back down the Gulf drainpipe
E: Right. Now all we have to do is fill in this MP application form. Name:`Baldrick’. First name...?
B: Er, I’m not sure.
E: Well, you must have some idea...
B: Well, it might be `Sod off’.
E: What?
B: Well, when I used to play in the gutter, I used to say to the other snipes, “Hello, my name’s Baldrick,” and they’d say, “Yes, we know. Sod off, Baldrick.”
E: All right, right right right right, `Mr. S. Baldrick’. Now; distinguishing features... `None’.
B: Well, I’ve got this big growth in the middle of my face.
E: That’s your nose, Baldrick. Now; any history of insanity in the family? Tell you what, I’ll cross out the `in’. Any history of *sanity* in the family? `None whatsoever’. Now then; criminal record...
B: Absolutely not.
E: Oh, come on, Baldrick, you’re going to be an MP, for God’s sake! I’ll just put `fraud and sexual deviancy’.
So.... who watched President Guttersnipes speech last night without swearing back at him?
There are guttersnipes that are not evil.
Here’s one from Bobby Darin, Artificial Flowers.
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you’d find.
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leavin’ their baby behind.
((Did you hear?)
This poor little child was only nine years of age
when mother and dad went away;
Still brav-el-y worked
At the one thing she knew
to earn her few pennies a day.
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers,
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear;
She made artificial flowers, you know those artificial flowers,
Fashions from Annie’s despair.
With paper and shears, with some wire and wax
She made up each tulip and mum.
As snowflakes drifted into her tenement room
Her baby little fingers grew numb.
From makin’ artificial flowers, those artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear.
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Made from Annie’s despair.
They found little Annie all covered in ice
Still clutchin’ her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms she had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears.
There must be a heaven where little Annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers.
And instea-a-ad of a halo she’ll wear ‘round her head
A garland of genuine flowers.
No more artificial flowers;
Throw away those artificial flowers,
Flowers for ladies of society to wear.
Throw away those artificial flowers,
Those dumb-dumb flowers,
Fashioned from Annie’s,
Fashioned from A-a-a-annie’s
Des-pa-a-a-air.
(Give her the real thing!