Oh golly,
It's so jolly,
Bunting far as eye can see
Across closed pubs
Adorning food banks
For the royal jubilee.
It's so jolly,
Bunting far as eye can see
Across closed pubs
Adorning food banks
For the royal jubilee.
Grannies knitting
Postbox cosies
Cry: "God bless her, everyone!"
And there she is,
God bless her, sitting
Polite
Through celebration.
Postbox cosies
Cry: "God bless her, everyone!"
And there she is,
God bless her, sitting
Polite
Through celebration.
"Is that Titchmarsh or Nick Witchell?"
Asks the Queen of Party Hats.
Aunty's airing hardline views on
Media-confected spats.
Asks the Queen of Party Hats.
Aunty's airing hardline views on
Media-confected spats.
Grandpa, cold, has put the fire on,
Best suit pawned to pay the bill.
Someone brought a Party Seven,
For each Union Jack and Jill.
Best suit pawned to pay the bill.
Someone brought a Party Seven,
For each Union Jack and Jill.
Bunter preens amidst the chaos
Drunk on power and disrepair.
Nanny taps the eighteenth century:
"Jacob, are you still in there?"
Drunk on power and disrepair.
Nanny taps the eighteenth century:
"Jacob, are you still in there?"
So here we sit
Forlorn and luckless
Shades of glory hand-me-downs
Hard the bread
And grim the circus:
Too much shit
Too many clowns.
Forlorn and luckless
Shades of glory hand-me-downs
Hard the bread
And grim the circus:
Too much shit
Too many clowns.
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Damn it, I was waxing lyrical about the Party Seven - though not as well as you!
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I think all my comments have been going astray lately. Evidently my prose style smells of spam fritters.
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