10 Best Famous Stripy Poems

Spats

 When young I was a Socialist
 Despite my tender years;
No blessed chance I ever missed
 To slam the profiteers.
Yet though a fanatic I was,
 And cursed aristocrats,
The Party chucked me out because
 I sported Spats.

Aye, though on soap boxes I stood,
 And spouted in the parks,
They grizzled that my foot-wear would
 Be disavowed my Marx.
It's buttons of a pearly sheen
 Bourgois they deemed and thus
They told me; 'You must choose between
 Your spats and us.'

Alas! I loved my gaitered feet
 Of smoothly fitting fawn;
They were so snappy and so neat,
 A gift from Uncle John
Who had a fortune in the Bank
 That one day might be mine:
'Give up my spats!' said I, 'I thank
 You--but resign.'

Today when red or pink I see
 In stripy pants of state,
I think of how they lost in me
 A demon of debate.
I muse as leaders strut about
 In frock-coats and high hats . . .
The bloody party chucked me out
 Because of Spats.