You hear it from your neighbour
And on the street as well
So do yourself a favour
Forget the news they tell
But what may seem most funny
Regardless what you think and do
You can’t fool your money
More than your money can fool you
You can buy more expensive
Work more, rest a bit less
See your hard-earned finances
Cost cheaper than you guessed
You saved more than your mummy
But no matter what you do
You can’t fool your money
More than your money can fool you
Vote Tories or vote Labour
Support the refugees
Or don’t vote anymore
Share none of your hard fees
Go get some milk and honey
But whatever you may do
You can’t fool your money
More than money can fool you
You can pay more of tax
Use less of health support
You can get a full relax
At some pebble beach resort
Book for a week most sunny
A room with a sea view
Checked out, count your money
You’ll see who’s fooling who
Although you know the rules
It goes like you can’t win
More money make more fools
They live under your skin
You know it’s not so funny
You can say that it’s not true
But you can’t fool your money
More than your money can fool you..
Categories:
tories, blue, money, political,
Form: Rhyme
In their house
Pluralism is outlawed
six months party suspension
for voting against Child poverty
Humanity verboten
The Kings speech has won
no broad church then
are they like the Tories ?
opposition won't be allowed
Corbynistas' identified
and sorted
But this isn't a game.
This is about people's lives
Categories:
tories, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
No more certainties
watch Labour release 40% time served Criminals
Dreams of wealth
manufactured out of thin air
whose funds will be raided?
Bleed the Private schools with a VAT Hike
The Countryside is not safe
building over sacred green ground
No oil rigging in the North Sea
are they eco warriors?
Net Zero is an agenda item
and the never Military expense at 2.5%
Voting out Tories
for alleged incompetence
we've got a voodoo chill now
Border Controls down the swanee
No more certainties
We have incompetence
on a national scale
The Labour Man smiles
he says your 14 years too late
his conscience clear
welcome to the rock world of politics
no certanities
Categories:
tories, analogy,
Form: Free verse
That, her much-pied stripes pointed down
Scarce be why Tories lost their crown,
Or alter way around,
Easy it scarce be found,
Perhaps a frown was on him who was brown—
A hint, to all of us
May look atrocious,
Inviting our very own frown.
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Happenings |03.07.2024|
Poet’s note: The Tories have lost and lost heavily in UK. Experts may point at a lot of reasons as to why. Is it why PM Sunak’s wife wore stripes that pointed downward? Or is it the other way around? This ditty has its own tongue-in-cheek take on the matter. The idea is just to laugh.
Categories:
tories, humor,
Form: Limerick
Bright young things
the class of 2019
Tories with their fresh rosettes
they said they could level up the Red Wall
now bide their time to forgotten promises
in their brazen suites
lost chance saloon in a cavalier fashion
ill affording suffragette society
look at them in their run in
Labour ushers a bravo return,
The Reform party
picks up on the crumbs
of discontent
Categories:
tories, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
A Brief Guide to the Tories
As practised in the UK
Grab what you can
Shall be the way
Life at the top
Seems to be a farce
When progress is made
By kissing ****
Brown paper envelopes
From he who affords
Can secure a seat
In the House of Lords.
Cutting benefits
While all the while
Heaping honours
On the Tax Exile
Look after their own
Seems the creed
Charity is there
For those in need.
The country run by
Ex red top hack
In what’s known as
Getting a country back
Turkeys voted for Christmas
Don't assume they always wll
So while we're in power
Get your fingers in the till
Grab what you can
Shall be the way
We’ll take our chances
Come Judgement Day.
Written in the time of the unlamented Boris Johnson, but still relevant
Categories:
tories, class, corruption, leadership, political,
Form: Rhyme
Corned beef
25 years ago, I found in the attic of a small hotel
briefly used as headquarter by British troops after
the war, a tin of bully beef.
I opened the tin, the meat looked lovely and fat
cut a slice tasted as made yesterday.
Later in the evening, I made a stew of potatoes
onions and carrots, added the corned beef, for
refugees, a Polish family of five; yes, the Poles too
had once been refugees, not one would think so
closing their border for other asylum seekers.
As it was their first hot meal since they bedraggled
arrived, they ate well; the next day, over the cornflakes
I was glad to see they were well.
About corned beef, a friend of mine, Alex Skillen, had
been a cook in the army, now he worked at a plant
assembling cars in Ellesmere Port, he liked bully beef
we used to go to the British Lion, play darts and
drink beer, he loved my little books and told people
about it; he was a fan.
Once, he told me he had made the observation that
workers went to strike more under labour than
the Tories, I resisted saying there had been no labour
party since Clement Atlee’s government.
Categories:
tories, absence, devotion, gothic,
Form: Blank verse
Have pity on the Scott’s ruled
By the Brexit voting sassenach
Who don’t seem to understand
We too want out country back.
Arbroath Smokies for breakfast
Porridge seasoned with salt
Kedgeree, Haggis, neaps and tastes
With wee drams of single Malt.
Pints of Heavy Friday nights
The working weeks end
Words of wisdom swapped
With true and blethered friend.
Fish and taties frae the chippie,
Deep fried Mars Bar to follow
Just to round off the night
A sweet delight to swallow.
Then the planning to drive
The Sassenachs from our soil,
Take back all our fish and
What’s left of North Sea oil.
Home Rule For Scotland
Restore our law and Order
Keep those thieving Brits
To their side of the border.
We'll gladly offer asylum
To those few of sound mind
Who want to up sticks and leave
Those heathen Tories far behind.
Let them keep their wee King
They’re always asking God to save
We’ll have the massed pipe bands
Loudly playing Scotland the Brave
Goodbye United Kingdom
Land of thieving Tory
Living on faded memories
Of Passed hope and glory.
Scotland the Brave
Scotland the free
Goodbye puny England
We’re all so well shot of thee
Categories:
tories, farewell, independence day, motivation,
Form: Rhyme
Let the people vote for our leader
show Liz Truss we do not need her
a position of power growing weaker
can you dream if you’re not a believer
What if the people have lost confidence
and don’t want the Tories dictating events
we don’t want leaders who lack any sense
everyone now has to watch every pence
Tax breaks for the wealthy who wouldn’t notice more
that makes you self serving with not a care for the poor
serving more instability making us insecure
out of touch with a public who want to show you the door
It’s the Bank of England against political fakes
taking power for granted not realising the stakes
since the first day in power you’ve been making mistakes
we’ve got a Prime Minister that everyone of us hates
Killing dreams
Killing Queens
mad as it seems
Get out we screams
Categories:
tories, england, political,
Form: Rhyme
Woke up this morning.
Woke out of sleep.
Woke on the radio.
Woke on TV.
Read about fascists.
Read about greed.
Read about people starving.
Read with my eyes, free thoughts in my mind indeed.
Oh, that’s so woke of me!
Woke made a sandwich.
Woke had a cup of tea.
Woke fed the birds.
Woke sent money to charities.
Woke helped an old lady.
Woke gave a tenner to a homeless stranger in need.
Woke wore a face mask when woke went shopping.
Woke heard the tories lying, lying, lying.
Woke went home to a house woke bought and payed for with hard earned money.
Woke made a meal with his woke family.
Woke relaxed with some commonwealth games on TV.
Woke went to bed where woke dreamed of of the end of the fascists ruling me.
Categories:
tories, abuse, betrayal, character, corruption,
Form: Free verse
We don’t like it when you talk back.
We’re in power, so we’ll have less of that.
Protest because of our lies and fascist policies.
Well, I don’t know if you plebs understand where the power is!
You see if you talk back it means you’re standing up to all our lies and our crap.
If you create a scene by standing up together, well that means that you could eventually control the power!!!
Because we’re Tories and we lie for a living. We just want you to keep on giving. So we’ll screw you hard and tax everything. We’ll make you plebs suffer with this ‘cost of living’
But if you stand up in mass and numbers. We’ll get really scared and hide in our fridges. Because the only thing that can stop the flow is the vehement look in your eyes when you plebs act in crowds. A general action will bring us to our knees because our billionaire backers will lose money.
Categories:
tories, abuse, anger, change, corruption,
Form: Free verse
We feel it growing in the hills
Where the battles of history were fought.
We see it’s wind in the fields
Where the food of our life grows
We hear it soar through the trees on the winds of the memories of lost souls.
It’s not about Brexit or British sovereignty it’s a clear line to history re-enacting itself.
Fascism creeps into our homes
Fascism bleeds into our blood.
They have built walls around our democracy.
Democracy for what our ancestors died to behold.
They will strip our decency and leave us to fight amongst each other for nothing at all
They will destroy this country until we stand and say enough one and all.
Categories:
tories, abuse, anger, beautiful, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
I am seeing health specialists over a serious concern,
for a year I've had a sick note which says I can't work,
always paying less benefit than they say I should earn,
and it's now mandatory for me too do a job search
and they'll sanction my benefit, if I don't search I won't earn,
but I'm ill seeing specialists who see a reason to observe
for an entire year Vasculitis has been their word
my blood says I have it but the source is a search
until found they can't treat me and that's why I can't work
paying me less than they state I deserve
and then docking it all because I don't look for work
even though I've a sick note and specialist concern
because Eton doesn't teach what real people learn
Labour just take shots at Tory failure,
they could make a plan that shows me my savour,
and the Lib Dems are who what when where when what who no wa
COME UP WITH A PLAN THAT GOES FORWARD AND BE A PLAYER,
Cameron cut benefits like Boris but before
so you should have a plan as it happens once more
The TORIES want me dead, they don't want me poor,
cutting corners without a clue, as they did once before
Categories:
tories, people, political,
Form: Rhyme
Remember those lessons you had at school? The ones that made you feel like you’re a fool! You would dig deep to overcome, acquire the knowledge to right that wrong.
Learning never stops, there is always some new thought rational to adopt.
People with great ideas and visions we see. Ideas and visions to set people free.
We are facing a future, you and me. A future where the freedoms of the past may not be free. The Tories insult the memory of our ancestors who fought and died so we could live free, sacrificed their lives for our democracy.
The sleeping attitudes of many generations before, helped lead to establish a new World War. Up to eighty five million people died because fascism grew behind sleeping eyes.
For the sake and future of your children living free. We can’t let fascism grow in behind the eyes of you and me. We must turn to face the threat before fascism’s plans and dreams are in reality set.
Categories:
tories, abuse, age, appreciation, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
The path of the righteous man is beset in all
sides by idiots who don’t know how to measure
the distance of 2M.
Blessed are the NHS who shepherd the infected
through the valley of darkness for they are truly
their brothers keepers even with no PPE.
And the police will strike down upon the moronic
imbeciles with small fines and stern words to
anyone who is too thick to understand social
distancing!
And you will know that we are the Tories when
we tell the elderly to die because we don’t want
to buy ventilators for you
Categories:
tories, abuse, betrayal, identity,
Form: Free verse
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