I’ve always felt an affinity with the dry, cutting observers of the world, and this is certainly amongst the best of that.
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Chingford residents News
“They’re a different type of immigrant,” says Jean,
“They’re not here to graft, to care, to cook or clean.”
“They’re smuggled here for profit,”
“And someone ought to stop it.”
“Our tiny island’s full,” she vents her spleen.
And Barbara chimes, “They’re all illegal too.”
“Not behaving like the genuine ones would do.”
“We don’t want the ones like these,”
“In their virus-ridden dinghies.”
Her vote, you guess, is a Priti, Tory blue.
The hardened hearts of Chingford all refer,
To the Mail Online and Johnson’s veiled slur
On London’s current mayor,
Makes you wonder and despair
What type of immigrant they think his parents were.
And if you really must read the article in the Mail Online….
Let the Bodies Pile High
James Dyson’s tax bill, Cameron and Greensill
Let the bodies pile high
Let the bodies pile high
Hancock’s sister’s company, Jennifer Arcuri
Let the bodies pile high
Let the bodies pile high
Sixty grand wallpaper, the Barnard Castle caper
Let the bodies pile high
Let the bodies pile high
Wincanton’s LFTs, being accused of sleaze
Let the bodies pile high
Let the bodies pile high
Let the bodies pile high, in their thousands
Let the bodies pile high, in their thousands
Let the bodies pile high, Spaffer’s battle cry
Let the bodies pile high, in their thousands
Big contract awards, in the Commons and the Lords
Let the bodies pile high
Let the bodies pile high
Ayanda Capital, nothing wrong with that at all
Let the bodies pile high
Let the bodies pile high
Randox and Serco, racing’s where the money goes
Let the bodies pile high
Let the bodies pile high
Nothing here to see, no public inquiry
Let the bodies pile high
Let the bodies pile high
Let the bodies pile high, in their thousands
Let the bodies pile high, in their thousands
Let the bodies pile high, Spaffer’s battle cry
Let the bodies pile high, in their thousands
Colin, the COVID Cat
Colin the cat caught a cough.
A new persistent cough
That Colin the cat couldn’t shake off.
Because Colin was a Covid cat.
Because of the food chain and all that.
Because humans got it from bats
And the humans fed the cats.
Chloe, the keeper of cats,
Noticed Colin coughing, said “What’s all that”
“A coughing cat?”
Dialled 111 to speak to someone
But couldn’t get Colin a Covid test done.
They said, “Your best bet is to try the vets”
“We don’t do a Covid test for pets”
And Chloe, the keeper of cats,
Said, “Why do I pay my tax?”
“And my National Insurance and that”
“If I can’t get a Covid test for my cat?”
“He’s not a pangolin or a bat.”
“It’s discrimination, it’s a bitter pill”
“That you get a vet’s bill when the cat is ill.”
So Chloe cat-keeper used a mobile device
To access some free internet advice
About what to do with a persistent cough
That Colin the cat couldn’t shake off
With no cat cough medicine to quaff.
And much to Colin’s frustration
Chloe put Colin in isolation
Colin the cat, in Covid jail
To protect cats more vulnerable and frail
Will use a life to tell this tale
Of Colin, the coughing Covid cat,
Victim of the food chain and all that
Because the humans ate the pangolins and bats
And the humans fed the cats.
Spaffed
Let’s paint it blue,
Draped with union jacks
But Spaffer’s West Wing
Just got the axe
He said “They wanna hear me”
But doubt got in his head
And now Allegra needs
Another job instead
Her’s got spaffed
Spaffed! There goes your taxpayer pound
Spaffed! By Bozo the Clown
He Spaffed on the bus, he spaffed in space
He Spaffed on Dido’s track and Dido’s trace
Let’s build a bridge
Bedecked with flowers
Take what’s theirs
And make it ours
We’ll host bridge parties,
Corporate jollies
Another of Johnson’s
Corporate follies
It got spaffed
Spaffed! There goes your taxpayer pound
Spaffed! By Bozo the Clown
He Spaffed on the bus, he spaffed in space
He Spaffed on Dido’s track and Dido’s trace
Let’s build an island
In the middle of the Thames
For planes to take off
And to land again
Like many of his ideas
This one was crap
Four million quid later,
Boris Island got scrapped
It got Spaffed
Spaffed! There goes your taxpayer pound
Spaffed! By Bozo the Clown
Spaffed on the bus, spaffed in space
Spaffed on Dido’s track and Dido’s trace
Let’s paint it blue,
Draped in Union Jacks
Let’s paint it blue,
Draped in Union Jacks
Let’s paint it blue, draped in Union Jacks
And bury the news that it’s been spaffed
Spaffed
An Old Man Dies
The woman in the million-pound hat
Lost her husband.
I’m sure she’s sad about that.
I mean,
He started courting her
When she was thirteen.
Thirteen?!
Well, it was different then,
Men could be men,
And have fascist chums,
And shoot tigers with guns.
And wealth and privilege allowed him
To not grow up with the world around him,
Which he toured, by yacht and by jet
Being racist to many of the folk he met
Who won’t be sorry that his race is run
And won’t be tuning in to BBC1.
Wankers or Ducks
Wankers or ducks?
I know who I’d rather see
In the fountain at Trafalgar Square.
And if Horatio turned his blind eye to slavery,
I know I’d also rather see
A duck up there.
Not That Fox
He hates this city so much that he wants to be its mayor
A cathedral of understanding that we need equality, we need to be fair
He’s come to unlock an open door
He’s come to fight in a culture war
He’s smoking in the sun on an open topped bus
Winston and he
Just wanna be free
Winston and he
Just wanna be free
Free to speak his mind
Free to be unkind
Free to be intertwined
With Tommy Robinson’s kind
He’s not a racist but
He’s not a racist but
He’s not a racist but
He’s a racist
He hates this city so much that he wants to be its mayor
Reclaim his right to white privilege, blue eyes and blond hair
He’s here to stand up for statuery
He’s here to stand up when you’re taking the knee
He’s smoking in the sun on an open topped bus
Winston and he
Just wanna be free
Winston and he
Just wanna be free
Free to delay the vaccine
Free to be casually mean
Free to be the latest seen
On the Farage libertarian scene
He’s not a racist but
He’s not a racist but
He’s not a racist but
He’s a racist
He’s a fox that we’re not on the side of
What he talks is definitely wide of
Right, whose right, what right, his right
Right, whose right, what right, his right
Right, whose right, what right, his right
Right, whose right, what right, his right
Here’s a fox that we’re not on the side of
Ten Out of Ten
Spaffer and Jennifer
On the sofa
When Marina was out
Spaffer and Jennifer
Reading Macbeth
Before making out
Spaffer and Jennifer
Sending him pictures
With her titties out
Spaffer and Jennifer taking trips abroad
Spaffer and Jennifer committing fraud
But Spaffer got to mark his own homework again
And Spaffer gave himself ten out of ten
Ten out of ten
Ten out of ten
He marked his own homework
And got ten out of ten
Police on the common
At the vigil
Pushing women about
Police on the common
Pushing women about
With their truncheons out
Police on the common
Keeping the peace
Until the lights go out
Her Majesty’s Inspector looked hard and long
Her Majesty’s Inspector says they did nothing wrong
Ten out of ten
Ten out of ten
He marked his own homework
And got ten out of ten
The Commission on Race
And Ethnic Disparity
Report came out
The Commission said
It was a youthful
Idealistic shout
The Commission said
Now there’s nothing
To worry about
The Commission said they’d looked hard and long
The Commission said BLM had got it wrong
Ten out of ten
Ten out of ten
He marked his own homework
And got ten out of ten
Ten out of ten
Ten out of ten
When he marks his own homework
He gets ten out of ten
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