(A poem I wrote to wind up my fellow loony leftie Facebook chums, especially during those whacky Corbyn years when they thought political suicide attractive)

 

I used to turn up on them marches

Arms linked with the Trotskyist host

But now I tune in to the Archers

“Them as lives longest learns most”.

 

I wore all my badges and labels

The shouts and the slogans and words

I learned them just like my times tables

But really I went for the birds.

 

My passion was not allus honest

I carried the requisite books

But when trouble broke I was first gone-est

(You don’t want to spoil your good looks).

 

I introduced them ladies into

Thinkers like Engels and Marx

And then introduced my guzinta

As smaller fish are by the sharks.

 

‘Das Kapital’ allus impressed ‘em

That little red book wrote by Mao

I’d quote him as I undressed ‘em

(The one about seed and the plough).

 

Deception, of course, was all Coopey’s

And tantamount almost to theft

But it kept me supplied with my groupies

All sourced from the gullible left.

 

But ladies it’s time to no longer

Feel conned by the gist of this post

We all make mistakes when we’re younger

“Them as lives longest learns most”.