Can you guess the leader each of these poems refers to…?
Sir A. Tool
I’m not a wealthy toolmaker
I’m a wealthy toolmaker’s son.
He made A Tool, not much cop
That the UK he soon run.
I’m not a wealthy toolmaker
I’m a wealthy toolmaker’s son.
No carisma; no ideas
Your nightmare’s just begun.
On his Father-in-laws yacht – sans Sky tv because they are poor.
The boy stood on the burning deck
His trousers at half mast
Whined some orders that were ignored
Their leader, he is last
The flames rolled on – he would not go,
As his family would lose face;
Steered it right into an iceberg,
And sank without a trace.
Power without responsibility, unliberal, and undemocratic. Thanks Pink Floyd.
Postman, Postman
Ha, ha, Prison for you.
A halfwit mid wheel
Ha, ha, Yet I‘ve screwed you
And when your pleading with real proof
I’m having a good laugh
Almost a joker
With my head down in the pig bin
Saying ‘I believe anything’
For to keep on troughin’
What do you hope to find
I covered my tracks?
I should be a laugh
I should be a big laugh
But I’m really a cry
Also Rans: Our friends the SNP, PC & Greens. Thanks Queens of the stone age.
We get some rules to impose
That and this, these and those
600k soon goes!
We get these pills to swallow
How they stick in your throat?
20 mile speed zones
Oh, what you do to me
No one knows
And I realize you’re mine
Me to be in control
And I realize you’re mine
Me to be in control
We journey through our own lands
killing the minds of all hope
We lead
Killing you to save the oceans
Dead bodies in the sun
And come undone
Unpleasantly caving in
You will be undone
And we realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool you are
And we realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool you are
Socialism smiles through me
Destroying all below
And nothing grows
From pipsqueak politicians,
That no one knows
The great normal peoples’ hope.
The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That I’ll be PM tomorrow
Just thinkin’ about
Tomorrow
Clears away the socialists
And the WEF until there’s none
When I’m stuck with a day
Of G7 Meetings
I just stick out my chin
And grin and say, oh
The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
And we’re going our own way
from tomorrow, come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow
You’ll love it tomorrow
And we’re only, a few days away
The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
So please get voting, for tomorrow
So tomorrow’s a gay day! (Wouldn’t be GP without one reference)
Tomorrow, tomorrow
You’ll love it tomorrow
And we’re only, a few days away
Tomorrow, tomorrow
You’ll love it tomorrow
And we’re only, a few days away
© Jerry Mandarin 2024
