The isles of grease,
the isles of grease!
Where yearning Duffy
loved and sung,
Where grew the flabby
and obese,
Where Tories rose, and
Labour sprung!
The English breakfast
fills them yet,
But all is undone, all
is debt.
The mountains look on
Cumbria –
And Cumbria looks on
the sea;
And walking there an
hour alone,
I dreamed that life
might still be free;
For standing on old
Wainwright’s grave,
I could not be a mere
wage slave.
A queen sits on the
shiny throne
Blanking out that
horrible year;
Prince William on the
new smartphone,
Sensing her Crown is
very near!
He courted Kate in
public glare –
Always The Sun is frank
and fair!
Why choose AV ? Why
choose PR?
Because the voiceless
vote will count
Not only in the
smokeless bar,
or when the kettling
cops dismount;
Democracy must still
improve -
It’s sweet to see the
people move.
The X Factor, and easy
fame,
Escaping from a
dead-end job;
We’re burning the
Olympic flame,
For winners, not the
angry mob;
For what is left the
person here?
So many lives are lived
in fear.
Fill high the glass
with alcopops!
Our women dance on
spilt cold beer,
And breasts emerge from
skimpy tops,
She’ll punch you if you
call her: ‘Dear.’
Later, it’s all tears
and vomit,
No dinner date – so far
from it.
We’re victims of a
subtle plan,
Far removed from
natural law;
So obsessed with the
hunting ban,
Or what the bloody
butler saw.
A land of slaves we’ll
never be -
Let’s raise the English cup of tea!
