Champagne Socialists

Champagne Socialists

A Champagne cork flies across the room,

Hits a picture of Tony Benn;

Flutes overflowing with Dom Perignon

Are raised by ladies and gentlemen.

“Let’s drink a toast to good old Tone”

Is met by a joyous retort, “Hear, hear!”

Glasses charged, discussion begins;

Part two of “The road to Wigan Pier”.

“’Sandal wearing fruit juice drinkers’

Why did he say that? please explain;

The account of the mines was grand indeed,

But part two I shan’t be reading again.

Far too subjective and scathing for me,

And I heard he was of bourgeois employ;

When all’s said and done, he’s a hypocrite too;

After all, wasn’t he an old Eton boy?”

Another stands up and raises his glass

Of fruit juice, (for Champagne is not his thing);

In the background an anthem; “The red flag” plays;

He nods in approval and starts to sing.

Singing and tapping his sandal clad feet,

He pauses, and once more raises his glass;

“Ladies and gents, I propose a toast

To the party’s success and the working class”

“I’ll drink to that” another pipes in

But the bottle is empty, the Champagne’s gone

A vote is taken, agreement is reached;

“Pop another magnum of Dom Perignon” ….