The MPs were prepared to support him Because he said he could get them elected His lack of integrity, his compulsive lies Nothing mattered because He was going to get them elected The party were prepared to support him Because he said he could get them elected The lack of shame, the lack of remorse Nothing mattered because He was going to get them elected The MPs accepted that he broke every pledge Because he said he could get them elected Betrayals of trust, betrayals of principles Nothing mattered because He was going to get them elected The party accepted that he expelled all the socialists Because he said he could get them elected Smears and accusations, reputations ruined Nothing mattered because He was going to get them elected And the electorate looked from tory to labour, and from labour to tory And from tory to labour again, but already it was impossible To say which was which. But nothing mattered because He was going to get them elected
Halloween is Cancelled – Sad to Say it’s True
Halloween is cancelled Sad to say it’s true But let’s review the reasons why It’s what we’ve had to do We can’t play apple bobbing Or related fruit based tortures There’s no one here to pick them So they’re rotting in the orchards And wearing scary make up In whose horrors you could bask Isn’t so effective When you have to add your mask We can’t go trick or treating Round our tired disheveled streets The increase in inflation means We can’t afford the treats So how about a simple step An interim reprieve That might just make things better When it’s next All Hallows’ Eve I know just what I’d like to do To polish up my armour I’d think it quite a treat to go And deselect Kier Starmer. And then I’d get my Kirk mask And drive to number ten And go all Michael Myers On our unworthy pm
11 – Halloween is Cancelled
I take a minute or so to be all topical and discuss Halloween, while managing to touch on the pandemic, the economy, the labour party and Richard Madely, all in sixty seconds. Surely that’s got to be worth a watch.
08 – Destroyed by the Glare of the Sun
A brief ditty that talks of the rather suicidal decision by the supposed leader of the labour party to write an editorial for the Sun, the Murdoch rag that’s responsible for so much hurt and misinformation over many decades.