Category Archives: British election

Christine Keeler, early sixties girl/woman who brought about the end to John Porfumo, Secretary of War in Britain, is laid to rest. Gone to meet her maker. Is there a subtle way of saying ‘dead’ without it sounding like a double entendre?

A Late Update.

In the obits I read
Kristine Keeler is dead.

What a naughty life she led
But she was pretty good in bed.

She could turn any man’s head.
Fare-thee-well fair lady in red.

A right couple of clever clogs, these two. It’s all downhill for Nick Timothy and Fiona Hill. And Theresa May.

A Shoe-in?

Who gave Theresa May such bad advice?
Nick and Fiona will pay the heavy price.

Though it;s true Theresa did not QUITE lose
There’s few who want to be in their shoes.

Two close advisors plotted her course;
Two total asses on their high horse.

They advised Theresa the way to win
Wasn’t to enter debate but woodenly grin.

So the Conservatives have them to thank
For a leader with the charisma of a plank.

Their clever strategy told voters they should
Vote for a woman rendered as dumb as wood.

Somehow a pyrrhic victory has been won
And the portioning of blame has begun.

Her gruesome twosomes long term plan
Has turned out short-sightedly myopian.

Their bone-headed blundering beyond dispute
They’re walking before they get Theresa’s boot.

Seven weeks ago Theresa May had it all;
Now, along with Don, its backs to the wall.

She puts up a a brave front because she’s painfully aware
Of all the toe tapping Tories waiting to kick HER derriere.

Awash with spatters of red, blue bloods running around in horror- Parliament Movies presents- ‘Fright Night’ in gorious Technicolor! See- Theresa May look aghast! Hear- the screams of battered backbenchers! Feel the angst!

Fright Night.

The sun rose bold and bright
After Great Britain’s polling day,
But all was not sweetness and light
In the Household of Theresa May.

As the race closed, Tess’s face pinched tight
when she saw the vote wasn’t going her way,
This poor PM looked a sad and sorry sight;
Ms May looked the very personification of dismay.

But who can she blame for her present plight?
Her once sunny future is looking grimly grey,
Who turned out to prove she was wrong- and Right?
Those Left, the hoi poloi, Corbyn’s oh-so common clay.