Call My Bluff

Call My Bluff

Zelensky’s bane

Went into Ukraine

Threatened the pain

Of nuclear rain

The going got tough

They called his bluff

He huffed and puffed

And we were stuffed

He huffed and puffed

And blew us all down

And every house

In every town

And city was pounded

Into a mound

And the bunkerbound

Went underground

The King's Peace

 

The King’s Peace

 

For a designated time,

Your exercise of speech,

However free, may lead to crime,

If Charles’s peace you breach,

And if you’re brandishing a sign,

On which there’s nothing written,

Be wary, lest you cross the line,

Of masses, royally smitten.

 

For on that sign you may well write,

“Charles is not my king”,

Triggering the righteous spite,

Of those his praises sing;

So claimed a policeman, pulling rank,

Threatening with ejection,

The bearer of the placard blank,

All for his, “Own protection”.

 

The placard bearer quietly left,

His viewpoint yet unspoken,

And with his sign of words bereft,

The peace remained unbroken,

The coffin, royal standard’ draped,

Down the Mall was driven,

And no dissenting word escaped;

No tolerance was given. 

Again and again

 Again and again

Is anything sadder than working class

Tory Voters, oblivious to pain,

Time after time, getting kicked in the arse,

Yet voting Tory, again and again,

As towns and cities, already run down,

Are earmarked for more public-service cuts,

By those replacing the blustering clown,

With leadership pledges, even more nuts,

Than the obvious lies that came before,

Like the north south levelling-up address,

An EU deal that won’t leave us all poor,

And millions more £££s for the NHS;

Conservative tosh, going up in smoke,

And working class Tories blame it on “Woke”.