Just seen on the Facebook page of Peter Donohoe and thought that I'd like to share:
I think I can post this without revealing my politics; whether or not you are a raving looney rabid naive communist or a complacent 'I'm-alright-Jack' self-deluded right-winger - or anywhere in between - you have to admit that this is funny in its own right [Thanks to Tully Potter]:
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A Brexit up a gum tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight Mays a-mocking,
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine backbenchers whining,
Eight Mays a-mocking,
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-lying,
Nine backbenchers whining,
Eight Mays a-mocking,
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven hedge funds thriving,
Ten lords a-lying,
Nine backbenchers whining,
Eight Mays a-mocking,
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve Hammonds Scrooging,
Eleven hedge funds thriving,
Ten lords a-lying,
Nine backbenchers whining,
Eight Mays a-mocking,
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
Pity, perhaps, that it seems not to have been done a little earlier and sent to King's College Cambridge in time to include in its 2017 Service of Nine Unlearned Lessons and Carols...
I think I can post this without revealing my politics; whether or not you are a raving looney rabid naive communist or a complacent 'I'm-alright-Jack' self-deluded right-winger - or anywhere in between - you have to admit that this is funny in its own right [Thanks to Tully Potter]:
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A Brexit up a gum tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight Mays a-mocking,
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine backbenchers whining,
Eight Mays a-mocking,
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-lying,
Nine backbenchers whining,
Eight Mays a-mocking,
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven hedge funds thriving,
Ten lords a-lying,
Nine backbenchers whining,
Eight Mays a-mocking,
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve Hammonds Scrooging,
Eleven hedge funds thriving,
Ten lords a-lying,
Nine backbenchers whining,
Eight Mays a-mocking,
Seven Boris cock-ups,
Six Tories groping,
FIVE TRUMP TWEETS,
Four budget cuts,
Three food banks,
Two Michael Goves,
And a Brexit up a gum tree.
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