Britain’s deputy Prime Minister, Damian Green, who resigned yesterday.
May’s ally, poor Damian Green
Is departing the Downing Street scene
As he once took a look
At some internet muck
And fibbed when he should have come clean
John Moynes
Pic: AFP
…Charger, if you see Mrs May please thank her
Why don’t you thank her yourself, Fisted ?
…I’m too busy writing the rest of this limerick…
… in crayon ?
…shhh Charger…now where was I…
But his porn search was seen
Now that old tory Green
Will have to go back and work as a banker
…done
…and bisted is today’s winner.
Haha
Old Charger’s bum area must be black and blue at this stage
he has a 3 hole bum
Here’s a proper bit of verse for today the shortest day of the year or Yule from TS Eliot
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart’s heat…
Between melting and freezing
The soul’s sap quivers.
it was quite balmy this morning, actually.
unseasonably mild, you could say..
Just for you.
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
– Oliver Herford
I’m walking backwards for Christmas,
Across the Irish Sea,
I’m walking backwards for Christmas,
It’s the only thing for me.
I’ve tried walking sideways,
And walking to the front,
But people just look at me,
And say it’s a publicity stunt.
I’m walking backwards for Christmas,
To prove that I love you.
An immigrant lad, loved an Irish colleen
From Dublin Galway Bay.
He longed for her arms,
But she spurned his charms,
And sailed o’er the foam away
She left the lad by himself, on his own
All alone, a-sorrowing
And sadly he dreamed, or at least that’s the
way it seemed, buddy,
That an angel choir did sing –
An angel choir did sing.
I’m walking backwards for Christmas,
Across the Irish Sea.
I’m walking backwards for Christmas,
It’s the finest thing for me.
And so I’ve tried walking sideways,
And walking to the front.
But people just laughed, and said,
“It’s a publicity stunt”.
So I’m walking backwards for Christmas
To prove that I love you.
-Spike Milligan
very nice, thanks for that :)
…ah Charger…a poem from migrant poet TS Eliot…how appropriate…