Theresa the parrot

Theresa the parrot

Theresa the parrot stood on the table

“Strong and stable, strong and stable”

In leather jeans of designer label

“Strong and stable, strong and stable”

She said to Tusk at a Brexit babel

 “Strong and stable, strong and stable”

And to Merkel, as loud as she was able

“Strong and stable, strong and stable”

To the British public she cried the fable

“Strong and stable, strong and stable”

Like Scarlet screaming to Clark Gable

“Strong and stable, strong and stable”

Like an old crow sitting on a telephone cable

“Strong and stable, strong and stable”

Like a needle stuck on a turntable

“Strong and stable, strong and stable

Strong and stable

Strong and stable

Strong and stable

Strong and stable

Strong and stable

Strong and stab

Strong and sta

Strong and st

Strong and s

Strong and

Strong an

Strong

Stron

Stro

Str

St

S

STOP!

Change the record

For fucks sake!

Mugwump

Mugwump

“Mugwump”! What the fuck is that?

You horrible fucking Tory twat

If I was cheap, I’d call you “Fat”

You horrible fucking Tory twat

Stop acting like a spoilt brat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

Stop grinning like a Cheshire cat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

Your Winston biography is shat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

You patronise and shoulder pat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

But the rich elite is where you’re at

You horrible fucking Tory twat

In Dicken’s times, in a big top hat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

You’d treat the poor like a doormat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

If the ship went down you’d be a rat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

In a “Reserved” life boat you’d be sat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

Sucking up to Royals like a vampire bat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

Like an egotistical pregnant gnat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

I’d love to see Corbyn squash you flat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

In an unbiased B.B.C. T.V. chat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

You act like you’re a diplomat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

But the rest of the world thinks you’re a prat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

A cross between a slug and an acrobat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

They can see right through your tabloid tat

You horrible fucking Tory twat

And the sum of your political tract?

You horrible fucking Tory twat

“Mugwump”! What the fuck is that?

You horrible fucking Tory twat

Villanelle pour L'électeur conservateur

Villanelle pour L'électeur conservateur

Why are you voting for the Tories again?

Why would you suffer another five years?

Has The Daily Fail been washing your brain?

What are your reasons? Please explain;

As your old age pension disappears;

Why are you voting for the Tories again?

Are you indifferent to suffering, pain,

Poverty, despair, and workplace fears?

Has the Daily Fail been washing your brain?

As services crumble under the strain,

Of tax-breaks given to billionaire peers,

Why are you voting for the Tories again?

Can you not see that cuts will remain?

Why would you sharpen the chancellor’s sheers?

Has the Daily Fail been washing your brain?

As state education goes down the drain,

And to private health the NHS veers;

Why are you voting for the Tories again?

Has The Daily Fail been washing your brain?

Gonzalo's dream

Gonzalo’s dream

There in a shop doorway he lies

Awake and begs of passers by

Some drop a coin but most deny

Each carries on their separate ways

As for myself, I must confess

I rarely if ever leave a coin

But rather with his thoughts I join

(Though what they are I only guess)

I put myself in his place there

And ponder how I came to be

A victim some may think of me

A consequence of life not fair?

But what’s inside is mine alone

Dropped coins I gladly will accept

I tolerate the cold and wet

And shelter of which I have none

Refusing to run the race of life

I gave up all material things

I was a puppet, but cut the strings

Lost my job, my house, my wife

And now the fortune I redeem

Is freedom from society’s woe

And when I sleep  each night I know

The beauty of Gonzalo’s dream