Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you're a Tory
I'm not snogging you
Four Lines That Rhyme
Quick quatrains with a rhyme scheme.
Roses are red
You sob for love lost from the labouring class
With a heart that's so heavy, so bitter your tears
But the love was not lost in the ten months just past
But was lost in the previous twenty-odd years
When I was young and full of rage
I hated Tories to my core.
But now I've reached a gentler age
I hate the fuckers even more.
He blew his whistle, Tory Zac
The dogs came running in a pack
Instead of slavering at his whim
They growled and barked and savaged him
David says if folk don't speak the language
They have to leave the country - go and pack!
But how's he going to deal with all the anguish
Of monolingual ex-pats flooding back?
Respect for war dead is not proved
By the depth of bow you're showing
But by the mountains you have moved
To stop their numbers growing.
This poem was included in the anthology Poems for Jeremy Corbyn (Shoestring Press, 2016)
and published by the Daily Mirror in September 2016.
I'm sure it really is a pain
Waiting ages for a train
But if you want a true ordeal
Ask the "migrants" how they feel
I tried to explain to a ten-year-old tyke
Why we bother with spelling and grammar
You can knock in a nail with your shoe if you like
But you’re better off using a hammer
I only have one resolution
I can't be arsed with diets or owt
If we can't have a revolution
At least let's kick the Tories out
Four quatrains inspired by The People vs PFI conference on 1 November 2014:
PPP is Public-Private
Partnership - but how?
The same way steak's a partnership
Of a butcher and a cow.
PFI is Private Finance
Initiative, but still there's
One more thing that it stands for:
Profiting From Illness