Category Archives: politics

I love to have a beer with Nigel Farage

I love to have a beer with Nigel,
I love to have a beer with Nige,
We drink in moderation,
And we never ever ever get rollin’ drunk,
We drink at the Rose and Crown,
Where the atmosphere is great,
I love to have a beer with Nigel,
‘Cause Nigel’s me mate, yeah.

Nigel Farage

Trump, Trump, Trump

Republican hopeful packed his bags

To the USA a media circus came,
Searching for the new president,
Donald said, Trump is the name!

One bright day he got out of bed,
And set off for Washington,
Though crazy in the head.

[Chorus:]
Republican hopeful packed his trunk,
And said hello to th.e media circus,
Off he went with Trumpety Trump,
Trump Trump Trump.
Republican hopeful packed his trunk,
And joined the media circus,
Off he went with Trumpety Trump,
Trump Trump Trump.

Day by day Trump danced to the circus band,
When Donald was leading the ratings,
He felt so proud and grand.

The stunts that Donald performed,
Showed how he could take a bow,
While creating such a storm.

The best job in the land was calling,
From far, far away,
Donald loved the run, loved the fun,
On the way to Washington.

Donald J Trump packed his trunk,
And said hello to the circus
Off he went with a Trumpety-Trump,
Trump, Trump, Trump

[Chorus:]
Republican hopeful packed his trunk,
And joined the media circus,
Off he went with Trumpety Trump,
Trump Trump Trump.
Republican hopeful packed his trunk,
And joined the media circus,
Off he went with Trumpety Trump,
Trump Trump Trump.

U.S. Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump addresses the crowd at the South Carolina African American Chamber of Commerce in North Charleston, South Carolina, September 23, 2015. REUTERS/Randall Hill - RTX1S4TR

David Cameron’s EU referendum plan

You put the right side in,
The left side out,
In, out, in, out,
Shake it all about,
You do the votey, votey,
And we turn around,
That’s what EU’s about.

Whoa, votey, votey,
Whoa, the votey, votey,
Whoa, the votey, votey,
Hell-bent, downward trend, blah, blah, blah!

You put Eurocrats in,
Democracy out,
In, out, in, out,
Mix it all about,
You do the votey, votey,
And we turn around,
That’s what EU’s about.

Whoa, votey, votey,
Whoa, the votey, votey,
Whoa, the votey, votey,
Hell-bent, downward trend, blah, blah, blah!

You put the fat cats in,
And freedom out,
In, out, in, out,
Shake it all about,
You do the votey, votey,
And we turn around,
That’s what EU’s about.

Whoa, votey, votey,
Whoa, the votey, votey,
Whoa, the votey, votey,
Hell-bent, downward trend, blah, blah, blah!

You put the fascists in,
Your liberty out,
In, out, in, out,
Shake it all about,
You do the votey, votey,
And we turn around,
That’s what EU’s about.

Whoa, votey, votey,
Whoa, the votey, votey,
Whoa, the votey, votey,
Hell-bent, downward trend, blah, blah, blah!

You put your whole world in,
Your old life out,
In, out, in, out,
Shake it all about,
You do the votey, votey,
And we turn around,
That’s what EU’s about,

Whoa, votey, votey,
Whoa, the votey, votey,
Whoa, the votey, votey,
Hell-bent, downward trend, blah, blah, blah!!!

Burn the EU

A penny loaf to feed us,
A farthing cheese to please us.
A glass of water to rinse them down,
A bundle of sticks to burn it.
Burn the reason for our distress,
The flaming EU that caused this mess.

roald dahl

He Thought He Saw…

Fat cat at the Crazymad Writer's blog

He thought he saw a politician,
Who lived the perfect life,
He looked again, and saw it was,
A huge, humongous lie .
That’s it, he said, I realise,
The foolishness of life.

It’s a mess

He thought he saw an honest man,
Within the parliament,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Another bloated blimp.
Unless they leave this house,” he said,
There’ll be no hope, I think.”

It’s a real mess!

He thought he saw a banker man,
Who made an honest buck,
He looked again, and saw he was,
Entwined in all the muck.
If I were king, he said,
His head would be on the block.

It’s a terrible mess!

He thought he saw a banker’s clerk,
A man of honest youth,
He looked again, and saw he was,
A succubus forsooth.
If he should stay, he said, for sure,
My savings I will lose.

Crikey, what a mess!

He thought he saw a kangaroo,
Hopping down his street one day,
He looked again, and saw it was,
A banker’s ill gained pay.
Were I to accept this, he said,
It would be a dark, dark day.

Mess, mess, mess!

He though he saw limousine,
With groom and bride, so sweet,
He looked again, and saw it was,
The country on its knees.
We’re lost, he said, the country’s bust,
Kaput, no more, deceased.

Fix the mess!

He though he saw a shaft of light,
That shone through all this gloom,
He looked again, and saw it was,
The cold, reflected moon.
If I were young, he said aloud,
I’d make them swing – and soon!

Get those who are responsible for the mess!

He though he saw a chink of light,
A way from all this mess,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Their New World Order – yes!
Their ways are bad, corrupt, he said
For them, not us, excess.

And when we get them, what are we going to do with them?

He thought he saw the final words,
Inscribed upon a sheet,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Them sweating from the heat.
They thought us fools, he sorely said,
Come on, we have lives to live!

99 cent eBooks

Ding Dong! The bully is gone

Barroso steps down after ten years in office

as European Commission President

Barroso the Bully

Ding Dong! The bully is gone. Which old bully? The Barroso Bully!
Ding Dong! Barroso Bully is gone.
Wake up you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, Barroso Bully is gone. He’s gone where the goblins go,
Below – below – below. Yo-ho, let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong’ the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know Barroso Bully is gone!

************************

 

There once was a country called Maul

Little green Man

There once was a country called Maul,
That wanted to keep and have it all,
They thought it was fun,
Keeping other countries down,
That fool of a country called Maul.

*************

There is a country called GRUNGE

The New World Order

There is a country called GRUNGE,

That thinks it is so much fun,

Interfering with the lives,

Of people both far and wide,

Grunge; enjoying perverse fun.

There was a politician, quite bad

There was a politician, quite bad

 

There was a politician, quite bad,

Who told us one day we were mad,

That we borrowed too much,

And with reality had lost touch,

I say it is he, not us, who is MAD.

***************

 

Fat Cats at the Crazymad Writer’s blog

He thought he saw a politician,
Who lived the perfect life,
He looked again, and saw it was,
A huge, humongous lie .
That’s it, he said, I realise,
The foolishness of life.

It’s a mess

He thought he saw an honest man,
Within the parliament,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Another bloated blimp.
Unless they leave this house,” he said,
There will be no hope, I think.”

It’s a real mess!

He thought he saw a banker man,
Who made an honest buck,
He looked again, and saw he was,
Entwined in all the muck.
If I were king, he said,
His head would be on the block.

It’s a terrible mess!

He thought he saw a banker’s clerk,
A man of honest youth,
He looked again, and saw he was,
A succubus forsooth.
If he should stay, he said, for sure,
My savings I will lose.

Crikey, what a mess!

He thought he saw a kangaroo,
Hopping down his street one day,
He looked again, and saw it was,
A banker’s ill gained pay.
Were I to accept this, he said,
It would be a dark, dark day.

Mess, mess, mess!

He though he saw limousine,
With groom and bride, so sweet,
He looked again, and saw it was,
The country on its knees.
We’re lost, he said, the country’s bust,
Kaput, no more, deceased.

Fix the mess!

He though he saw a shaft of light,
That shone through all this gloom,
He looked again, and saw it was,
The cold, reflected moon.
If I were young, he said aloud,
I’d make them swing – and soon!

Get those who are responsible for the mess!

He though he saw a chink of light,
A way from all this mess,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Their New World Order – yes!
Their ways are bad, corrupt, he said
For them, not us, excess.

And when we get them, what are we going to do with them?

He thought he saw the final words,
Inscribed upon a sheet,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Them sweating from the heat.
They thought us fools, he sorely said,
Come on, we’ve lives to lead!

**************

Click HERE to visit my online book shop

where you can purchase this exciting new eBook.

 

I don’t care WHAT you call me

as long as you enjoy reading my stories

**************

%d bloggers like this: