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maggiebee | 14:32 Sun 08th Dec 2019 | ChatterBank
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the nation,
There was misery, poverty and great deprivation.
Some stockings were empty, some fridges were bare, The heating turned off,
Little money to spare.

Boris Johnson was cosy, and quaffing champagne. Cognac and Port, so he’s feeling no pain.
Stuffing his chops on goose flesh and gammon.
Caviar, Stilton and the finest smoked Scottish salmon.

The homeless are shivering in cardboard containers. Ex-Servicemen, youngsters, both Leave and Remainers.
The nurses and doctors are still searching for beds. With a shortage of staff, of money and meds.

The Mogg’s singing carols with moguls and bankers. Hedge funders, financiers and various w*nkers. Admiring his baubles and pulling his crackers. Rejoicing that he's got us all by the *nackers.

Your Gran’s in the corridor, still waiting on the trolley.
While the Chancellor’s counting the last of his lolly. And Grandad’s in pieces, stemming his tears.
Though they’ve paid their dues these past sixty years

But hey, Gove’s on the sherry and is quite off his ( . )( . ).
While his missus is battered and doing the splits.
Drunken ID Smith is a singing along with the Pogues,
With the rest of the mob and a few Russian rogues.

The kids who are dreaming of gifts in the morning won’t get them- their benefits were stopped without any warning.
While those millionaires, who's dosh is in off-shore accounts,
Will be rubbing their hands as the total mounts.

And the Waspi woman is alone in her kitchen,
Has long given up on Dancer and Blitzen.
She was robbed of her pension, they don’t give a
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It's not reality for maggiebee, Canary. She lives in that wonderful Utopia known as Scotland. //No country is perfect // she said a little while ago, //but ours is pretty damn near it!!//

Just like Mary Poppins, practically perfect in every way …. and just as imaginary.
Maggie hasn’t upset me, I’ve seen this before anyway only it was about Jezza, these ditties have a way of surfacing , :0)
I just hope we're not in for a spate of mawkish stuff.
Looks like it Nical, still ,just lol at the absurdity of it all
Putting the relative merits of the sentiments to one side for a second, the fact the remains that the poem, as a poem, is rubbish.
I'll know it's almost Christmas when we get the 'heart-tugging' one about the poor soldier badly treated on his return to civilian life. I think that's an annual favourite.
A bit of a toe curler ,definitely
That one's even worse, Nical!
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Lord Byron it certainly isn't but the message is clear. Been around a while, just thought I'd share. I could have put money on those who would scoff. Truth hurts?
Maggie - indeed it does.
Oh Maggie, You'd have had nearly everyone on AB on side if only you had done the one which begins;

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nation
There was feasting and playing and great expectation
No stockings were empty, no fridges were bare,
The heating full blast, so much money to spare.
The good folk of Britain can celebrate with glee
We're out of the EU, the Nation is free
Prime Minister Boris, so recently elected
Stares at the tree Carrie Symonds erected.
While eating the last of the deep mince pies
The glint in the baubles reflects that in his eyes
She knows that look, she gets rid of the flunkies
"Come, dear," she says, "it's time to get funky."


if Scotland gains independence it will lose it's unfair subsidies and will have a lengthy application to EU then it will come cap in hand for the rest of UK to help out

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