O Dear to Mrs. T
O dear to Mrs. T. Farewell your Magnificence, Mrs. T. For the nursery, only orderly liberation, with no debate. We'll fight till we die. Quintessential englishman, and woman to boot. with Nanny still the boss, And die we did in the action replay. From name through background to job and future, distinction 'tween boss and leader lost. And who was the referee? T, shopkeeper, leader of shopkeepers to vice-regent? The handbagger handbagged, the biter bit, Nothing more english than this career. English, too, in Foreign Affairs: the death of English chivalry? (Please leave Dear Ronnie out of this!) Or maturity of women's liberty? English, too, in simplicity of policy: Continental Europeans there to be fought, A chemical cross housewife view of the economy: get our £billion back from Brussel sprouts, Sighs of relief: now no penalty shoot-out to stop inflation: stop adding money, manage our own money, ignore ERM jerks, (nasty continental habit - not what it's about) defend the Thatcher coin, despise German engineering and money-technic gasps of fear at retirement, - you know it's in your pocket - Krauts, the lady not for turning: turned. hard, brassy and thinks it's a sovereign. Jaguars for us, not BMWs or Mercs. Tory stalwarts face cold turkey, Fiscal spending fixed to zero PSBR, As for tin-pot South American or Arabian dictators - their drug withdrawn, their prophet burned. so sell the family silver. teach them a lesson, too, on historic English manners. Deregulation was a Thatcherite cry Victory in '83, thanks to Galtierri. Time for Major change, a new shepHurd? - more product at a lower price.
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