WARNING! This piece is tongue in cheek, if you like Tony Blair, Brown, Cameron, or Margret Thatcher or John Major; do not read! It is meant as a piece of fun, to any who choose to read my apologies if this offends, no offence is intended!



The state of English Politics, is like this way you see,
The English feel so miserable, in spite OF Democracy,
The promises of freedom, better prices and such stuff,
Are promised by the politicians, but always end as fluff.
Once there were politicians, who got off their butt and tried,
To really help the lower class, were really on their side.

We’re always blaming someone, ‘twas Thatcher in the past,
She stole the milk,
And sold the nationalist companies,
Our things we thought would last,

She was a stubborn woman; they called her Iron Maid,
But when she held on to the Poll tax, t’was her who was afraid,
In the streets were riots,
And people said to her, ‘Go on take a hike-,
Go and take your poll tax and ride off on yer bike!’

Then there was John Major,
A sucking on his thumb,
He looked so gray,
He was voted away,
A shadow he’d become.

Then there were the ‘Okays,’ whose policies did ride,
That were so silly or dangerous, it was political suicide,
24 hour drinking, gambling and such, they thought that would pull the votes in, thank you very much!

Then we had ol’ Toady Blair, who started to the sound of trumps,
And ended by everyone feeling low down the dumps,
His Chancellor was the problem, our money he did waste,
And then has the audacity to say; ‘It’s your problem.’ to our face,
Even worse: Now HE is our Prime Minister, but instead of a serious and helpful Gordon Brown,
The situation is so bad, he is more like Gordon Clown!

The opposition who aren’t much better,
Think they’ll get in later on,
Oh Lord! Please save us from David Decepticon!
He promises a better life and relief from all our woes,
But you can really guarantee he’ll tread on all our toes.

The situations dangerous, we’re all sinking fast,
Will be it with a recession soon, how long can we ALL last?
Of course Decepticon blames Gordon, and Gord being a clown, well he blames all us public, says we all let Britain down.

So the sorry state of Britain is grim as you can see,
But there no one else to vote for,
There all the same you know,
It’s a pity we can’t start again and tell them ALL to go.

Back to traditional values,
The Three R’s and the rest,
A good old roast on Sundays
A political discussion, to sit around and chat,
Instead we watch old Gordon clown
Waste our money and blame us for getting fat!