Red Ken Yuan

You can't ask those questions he said it's not fair
Snide talk of Tibet and Tiananmen Square
That's something in common our riotous pasts
It's just like the Poll Tax or Troops in Belfast

His reptilian grin a political sneer
Blank conscience no tears
So we've nothing to fear
From a flashback to Nelson whose forecourt he cleared

Of pigeons and traffic, odd vagrant street scum
Our Mayor, our Leader, our Number One Son
Now licking his lips in Shanghai and Bejing
Where liberty cries are drowned out by "Ker-ching"

Whose State spins new twists on their famed revolution
To deny persecution
Spew waste and pollution
Yet to them now he turns for Olympic solutions?

Fast forward to London Two Thousand and Twelve
Sir Ken may be gone but his legacy swells
With anthems, gold medals no accolade finer
Indelibly tinted with the blood of Red China.

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Miss Guide

Me Master's deaf as well as blind
To warning yelps that he would find
When straying again from humble roots
That Bioscience ain't much like Boots

We've wandered here 'least once before
Long pavements fouled wit' rank press corps
Their howls I s'pose drown out bad bitches
Whose kiss and tells ‘ad t'place in stitches

E's safe with me, I check his bluff
And my pull stays constant tho' times be rough
I piss on cue and I bark at Nannies
Yet remain discreet round stuck-up fanny

A stoic heir to me half-sister Lucy
Whose ten-year stint weren't half as juicy
Though she's not alone in being retired
Now David's jumped before he's fired

They'll gag "he should a seen it coming"
But I watched Tony's fingers drumming
"You've had your share - now ease the tension;
Walk away from Work and Pensions"

Bah gum we'll miss such dizzy heights
Of growling speeches, Cabinet fights
No Gordon, Ruth nor Two Jags more
Down endless midnight corridors

Back home we'll head from cloudy skies
Swap Bourguignon for chips and pie
Escape the whispers behind his back
Lose both those hounds an’t’ rabid pack

Hope simpler folk of less temptation
Will help him find a bit more patience
We’ll ditch the nasty Goebbels' glare
For local problems needing care

Have family round and go for walks
Oop working clubs to sit and talk
Let stories flow o’er pints of bitter
Whilst wondering if he’ll approve my litter

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