Margaret Thatcher
Margaret Thatcher
thought no one could match her.
Her hair was laquered, never a mess;
she bought her knickers from M&S.
She did as she wanted to do -
and love her or hate her it's true -
she thought she was right,
ignoring the plight
of millions in the dole queue.
The poll tax was a big mistake;
her name was hated in its wake.
Replaced by Major, 'No,' she cried.
Some even partied when she died.
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