HOLD THE PHONE US BRITISH NEVER MOAN

So we got a new Prime Minister,
Before the snow falls on British grounds
With all the over inflation,
Not enough money to pay for warmth.
Or food to go around,
Will the government get us out of the mire.
Or will they finally bury Britain in the ground,
Coming soon to city's and the town's.
What should we worry about the most,
The big cheese or the big freeze.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-11-26 at 23:33

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
The scaremongers are having a field day because the vast majority scare so easily!
2022-11-27