Oh, Gordon Brown who art in trouble,
Mock-ed be thy name,
Thy kingdom is snowed under,
In London as it is in Copenhagen,
Thy economy rent asunder,
By your Almighty blunders,
Lead us not into doubling our deficit,
With ‘global warming’ gifts inexplicit,
Give us this day our free election,
That we might move in another direction,
Drive us not towards revolution,
But allow the English devolution,
For thine is the most corrupt administration this nation has ever seen,
And we, to see the back of you, are keen,
Amen.
Anna is the landlady of the Raccoon Arms. She lives in the Monbazillac area of South West France and still takes a keen interest in British politics.
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Amen.
Amen, sister!
Amen.
Amen to that.
Amen
Absolutely lovely! Amen, also.
This country has been ruled by traitors who have set out to deliberately destroy it for two generations now. Whereas formerly (pre-Brown) this treason was largely subtle, it has now become as blatant as can be. I just wonder quite how outrageously bad things have to get before the great British public actually get up off their arses and DO something about it? A once great country appears to be collectively committing suicide through apathy. The foreign takeover will at some stage become irreversible and we shall essentially die out; marginalised out of existence in our own land. If that happens, we’ll have deserved it, too.
Excellent!
7 bleedin’ obvious
me thinks you are referring to Scotland that is the situation in that place today
It is the place to watch, do not just sneer at it, what happens in that place will come to England,!!!!
And the three wise men
came unto the crib
and offered gold, common-sense and Blair.
And the Baby Gormless sold the gold for an saucer of milk.
He took the common sense, sniffed it, and then threw it to the ground.
He took the Blair, and stabbed him in the front, asking whyfore hast thou made war with the burning Bush when I gave you many shekels, but ensured I was nowhere to be seen when the Shi’ites hit the fan?
And God looked upon this and said, ‘Verily has this Cyclops declared himself a cunning and stunted man among men.’ And He caused one-eyed madness to fall upon the Unholy Child, thus rendering him a Trouser Snake.
So did the Benchers of Back go forth and declare Anyone But Gordon. Yet there was nobody but Gordon. And a darkness fell upon England’s formerly green and pleasant land.
Then did the three wise men of IMF, Moody’s and S&P come forth to slay all the Firstbrown.
And the people rose up saying let us have a well-hung Temple, and a Cable-car to lift us all out of this mess. But the Ayotollah Sa’Kozy spake thus: ‘On your bicyclette, Squire….we’re in charge now’
this is awsome welll said my friend
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