A Larkinesque Souvenir of the Left Bank

(and of the Left Wing-only by permission of the cops)

They fuck you up, your mummies and daddies,

They make you mean, and moody blue,

Their fault you’re dummy-spitting saddies,

That life’s turned shit, oh yes, it’s true.

Some fuckers, though, will never learn,

Fooled by posh twats with Latin quotes,

Whose nanny’s...

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The Dishonours List

or

The  Polishing & Flushing of Sundry Richard IIIrds on the 9th of June 2023

It’s said that he ran; or perhaps he was pushed?

Is the admiring herd now immune to his sleaze?

Will the Çee U Next Tuesdays be finally flushed?

Perchance we may dream of not swimming in fæces!

There’s a proverb of old:‘One can’t polish a turd’;

An impossible task...

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Pinocchio Johnson and Tim,

What a combo was ‘Spoons and Wrecksit,

Being egged on by Farage’s grin.

But the Moggian uplands aren’t sunlit,

Now we’re weeping into our gin,

As we crunch on our unicorn shit,

It’s a damn sight more ardua than astra,

To be frank, it’s a bloody disaster!

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Bit of a cockup in original posting -here goes!

Their Favourite Things

Teardops they’re shedding; with lies they’ve been smitten,

“Bright sunlit uplands” still promised for Britons,

Brown paper packages, no attached strings,

Those are a few of their favourite things.

When reality bites, when the truth stings,
When they’re feeling sad,
They’ll simply remember their fa...

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