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Sunday, 10 July 2011

image for Ode In Memory of the Lib-Dem Party A cunning smile from 'in bed with my assistants' Willie at the end of the Lib-Dem Party!

The following poetic diatribe was sent in by a 64 year old, sick, grotesque, unemployed, uneducated lower-class personage from Nottingham. The editor thought it sufficiently morose and applicable for it to be published in the 'Spoof'. The Times, Guardian, The Grots End Gazette, The Freemasons Monthly, and the Sun refused the offer of publishing. The News of the World was going to, but sadly...

No overall majority at the election, would they suspend?
No the Tories and LibDem's decided they would have to blend,
Many voters for each part thought they were around the bend,
But very few saw the real danger and damage this did portend,
As David and Nick suddenly claimed the other a bosom friend,
Two liar's, with nepotistic intentions we now comprehend,
They made cutbacks, pensions, NHS, and austerity was the trend,
Hospital bed cut backs, and lying about increasing Vat, did transcend,
For the rich to stay rich, and the proletariat poor to get poorer, they do intend,
Soon the marriage, will surely crumble and come to violent end,
History will record the end of the LibDem party, as it will descend,
Having destroyed the trust of supporters, that they cannot mend,
Which is sad, but true, no LibDem MP's will be left to commend,
Rich Nick will survive. Like others he has the financial means to his end,
He'll lie as usual in his retirement speech, and he will condescend,
Still drawing his off shore accounts profits and dividend,
He'll likely think, 'I'm glad my embarrassing political career has come to an end!
Who will replace him? No party left, so no one to recommend!

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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