LA GRANDE PEUR
As Tory toffs scan France’s vasty plains
and dream of rescue, as on Dunkirk’s day,
their shrivelled minds, like small ships, slip away,
puffed on by sails bereft of bankers’ stains
and crewed by uncomplaining churls, whose pains
of poverty and loss they mock, while May
plots to resile from Human Rights and play,
like night and fog, with all on whom there rains,
their reign’s harsh hand. This faux armada leaves
our times for those, which needed no two suns
to light its Empire’s day, whose sweated sheaves
paid for such prideful rule with slavish breath.
Unlike two Churchills, in toff blood there runs
fear of free Europe and their Party’s death.
I doubt if this will chime withThe Oldie's prejudices - though two Churchills might just give them pause!
Last edited by Nigel Mace; 03-07-2013 at 07:33 AM.
Reason: One word change + new punctuation
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