Crimbo in Scroogeland |
I
sale
of humbug get it while it's fact
free
to air on every issue top
terms
for sporting butts of jokes well licked
spittle
on tap
who'll
be next to have their bell ends kicked
sparring
partners sought by legal chaps
bloody
Corbynism's gone & died
hallelujah
rounded
up the readership last week
let
‘em go in Epping forest rode
horse
& hounds till Sunday lunch & what
fun
we all had
not
that Corbyns everywhere don't have
preaching
rights to dismal creeds a-hem
sacred
texts for England’s donchya know
open
for biz
sell
us what you got the market tells
good
from bad with trickle down on toast
make
a bee-line Honey Russian gold
buys
any thing
II
let’s
define what Corbyn meant at worst
honest
peaceful good ideas hope
courage
youth & wisdom arm-in-arm
all
the above
flaunted
openly as if as if
rightly
trounced for who can tell the truth
nowadays
it’s only fools believe
what
a man says
lies
have trumped were only fiction trod
onward
into battle close the ranks
stop
the tide of reason in its tracks
haul
up the pumps
hands
on deck you fools this ark will float
Jonah’s
whale I'd rather go to hell
in
a barrel roll the ocean flat
out
till no bells
now
hear this if anyone of you
was
a Corbynista make it plain
or
forever hold your tongues dismiss
I'll
be below
III
curses
where did Corbyn keep his charts
rum
no luck the vessel's dry or smoke
coke
would be a blessing take a line
Miss
Whatsyourname
I
remember Winston Churchill well
not
at all in fact his finest hours
underground
spent plotting Hitler's doom
just
like this room
sorry
cabin where was I oh yes
seems
we’re in a right old bloody mess
thanks
to Corbyn's failure fingers go
drumming
on desk
switch
the channel Moby bloody Dick's
hardly
Christmas viewing when's The Speech
time
to be decisive take a stand
business
is biz
Ma'am
forgive me what I uttered then
wasn’t
quite exactly on the nail
coffins
float I hope so overboard
here's
what to say
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