The ballad of Gordon Brown

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The ballad of Gordon Brown

Ho-Hum
Some friends and I in the Commons bar
Was playing a game of chance one night
When into parliament a fireman ran
His face all a chalky white.
"What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,
Or have you seen ol' Enoch Powell?"
"Me Enoch be buggered!", says he,
"The bleedin' place is on fire!"

And there was Brown upside down
Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor.
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
As they came knockin' on the door (clap clap)
Oh don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up
And somebody shouted you're a liar
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Common's bar caught fire.

"Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck.
Everybody follow me.
And it's down to the cellar
The fire's not there you see
Mandleson said grab a fellah
Then we'll have a grand old spree."
So we went on down after good old Brown
The booze we could not miss
And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more
Till we were quite pissed.

Then, Blair walked over to the port wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)
Started takin' off his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed
Ya cannot do that thing here.
Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub
When we got Guinness beer."

Then there came from the old back door
Mr cameron of the local church.
And when he saw our drunken ways,
He began to scream and curse.
"Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!
You've taken to a drunken spree!
You drank up all the Benedictine wine
And you didn't save a drop for me!"

And then there came a mighty crash
Half the bloody roof caved in.
We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose
But still we were gonna stay.
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
And we nailed ourselves inside
And we sat drinking the finest Rum
Till we were bleary-eyed.

Later that night, when the fire was out
We came up from the cellar below.
Our bar was burned. Our booze was drunk.
Our heads was hanging low.
"Oh look", says Mandleson with a look quite queer.
Seems something raised his ire.
"Now we gotta get down to Cleggy's Club,
It is the Liberal hour.
Refugees do not have the right to demand but should accept the blessings bestowed upon them gracefully by nations extending the hand of friendship.
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Re: The ballad of Gordon Brown

GAZZER
Haa good one Ho-Hum another poetic talent that resides on AoH.
If you try to cure evil with evil-you will add more pain to your fate.
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