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Tuesday, 11 January 2011

The Red Flag Revised ...

Darryl Ashton has done another brilliant spoof of that well known Socialist/Marxist Anthem known as The Red Flag or The Internationale. Niel Kinnock and his buddies were so sure they had won the 1992 election before the ballot they actually sang it and danced to it in the House of Commons. That came back to bite them hard - they were rejected by an outraged electorate and it took Blair and his spin doctors the whole of the next parliament to repair the damage - though they were helpped by a bunch of arrogant Tories who managed to make John Majors government look corrupt when it was merely incompetent. It took Blair and Liebor to show us real corruption and even greater incompetence. Speaking of which, Jonathan has captured precisely the lies that lie at the very heart of Socialist Labour...

LORD......TWO JAGS!

IN

((THE CHAMPAGNE SOCIALIST))



"WARNING"
(Some strong language in the following poem, may cause offence. Any complaints should be sent to the....PC Brigade!).

(To the tune of The Red Flag).


The working class can kiss his a***
He's in the House of Lords at last.
Though critics jeer and colleagues sneer
You won't find Prezza sheds a tear!

CHORUS:

He'll quaff champagne from dusk till dawn,
He'll play croquet on his front lawn,
He's in the place he's longed to be
Among the aristocracy.

Although he once worked on a boat
He's now got ermine round his throat,
The oik from Hull is now a toff
His snout wedged firmly in the trough!

CHORUS:

He'll quaff champagne from dusk till dawn,
He'll play croquet on his front lawn,
He'll help himself to more and more
And sod the needy and the poor!

He's sworn the Hypocritic oath
To be a two - faced pompous oaf,
And though it's made Old Labour cross
You won't find Prezza gives a toss!

CHORUS:

He'll quaff champagne from dusk till dawn,
He'll play croquet on his front lawn,
Ennobled now and oh so grand
He's joined the gentry of the land.

He says it won't affect his life
He's only done it for his wife.
Though she'll be known as Lady Muck
You won't find Prezza' don't give a ****!

CHORUS:

He'll quaff champagne from dusk till dawn,
He'll play croquet on his front lawn,
And now that he's a proper swell
His principles can go to hell!

He'll man the barricades once more
To keep the riff - raff from his door.
For fairer shares he'll fight the cause
As long as his share's more than yours!

CHORUS:

He'll quaff champagne from dusk till dawn,
He'll play croquet on his front lawn,
He'll claim he won't betray his roots
Then make the workers lick his boots!

So raise a glass to John the Nob,
At last he's found the perfect job.
He'll sit all day on his fat a***
Hobnobbing with the Ruling Class.

CHORUS:

He'll quaff champagne from dusk till dawn,
He'll play croquet on his front lawn,
And though the world cries hypocrite,
He's happy as a pig in ****!

BY

DARRYL ASHTON


For those who may not know, John Prescott was Blair's Deputy Prime Minister. He was a deckhand/steward briefly on the Cunard Lines famous original Queens, but spent most of his time fomenting mutiny and on "union business" and the company were delighted when he left - to take up a position as a Trade Union Organiser with the then Seaman's Union. The same Union that went on strike for several months in the 1960's and destroyed British Shipping forever. This buffoon then went on to get elected to various Labour "Safe" positions in Town, City and County Halls before finally getting into Parliament on another "safe" ticket.

Despite having a quite middle class upbringing and background - including better schooling than most kids get now thanks to his party, he can barely string together a coherent sentence, is a rampant bully and out and out ideologue who still believes that "Public Ownership" of commerce and industry is the only "fair" system. Blair's final insult to the British people and electorate was to give this caricature a Life Peerage...

Their Lordships had better not leave their Pukka Pies unguarded while he's around...

1 comment:

  1. I just love the satirical humor of English poet Darryl Ashton. I send greetings from Florida, USA. Keep up the superb poem writings Darryl. Absolutely brilliant. Bravo.

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