Sorry Poor Winston
She was heard to cry
Raising a glass
To the Hero of the Night
A Hero He Not,
She would gladly oblige
Staking a Claim to a Very Big Sky
Sorry Poor Winston
Was A Hopeless Fool
Selling off the Empire
With a Conversation or Two
To New Kid on Block
Agreed No Less
They Probably Had Sex
In the Chair, She led
To Those in the Know
They knew what was Next
‘It was Eleanor not of Aquitaine
Who ran The Lot
She Probably Got Winston
Drunk on The Pot
And there Went The Empire
Down The Gurgler or Two
Agreed Between Men
And Women a Few
Shapeless and Faceless
They Determine the Fate
Still the Same
Blank Faces
Curious Names
And No Status
There Went the Empire
They Were Ready
Alright
What a Glorious Moment
No Longer the Madam of the East
Or Regal Brow
Poor England Fought the Fascists
But Lost the Crown
And Ere Twixt My Words
Runs a Warning To those
Most Cowed
When it is Lost
And You Have Lost It
When your Leaders Chose
Foreign Gods As Their
Wrestling Proud
Remember Sweet Darling
All Could Ave Been Different
But Chose They Did
For a Quid and a Pound
Sold You All Off
As You Were Being Bombed to The Ground
And Still you Triumphant
The Western Rule of Law
Didn’t Do Too Much, Did It
When They Broke You To Pieces
Oh Glorious England,
Oh Countries of Foreign Soil
An Empire is Forbidding
But Watch the One
Egging On
The Ministries
It Might Be That Same One
That Delights
Most
In Your Prostrate
Form
Ah what are these
But small postscripts to history’s play!
Poor Winston
A Fool
Sold it off for a Few
Gather Ye round
And protect your Lot
For she is not backward
But history’s
Snot.’
(She sneezed
And it blew
And she cautioned
Her Way
Not Lot
But Snot
Rushdie
Nose &
Delightfully
Prosetic)