“Ditching them with glee”
A terror stalks the blairites
And Corbyn is its name,
Since it raised its bearded head
Nothing’s been the same.
No longer are they worshipped
As if they’re gods on high,
It really is depressing
Enough to make one cry.
Now there is excitement
Where there used to be despair,
Crowds of people gather
It really isn’t fair.
When Ed lost the battle
They were sure they’d win the war,
Put a blairite in the race
Say the left could win no more.
Then along came Corbyn
With his socialist ideals,
And suddenly the blairite cart
Went and lost its wheels.
Now gathering in dark corners
They whisper behind their hands,
Plotting coups and comebacks
Making devious plans.
Their narcisstic viewpoint
Just won’t let them see,
That the members want a change
And are ditching them with glee.
By Michelle Ryan (aka Chelley)
Reblogged this on Bampots Utd and commented:
Great well written political poem really enjoyed taken time to read it !
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it
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Wonderful, speaks for me Keith
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Thanks Keith.
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