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Tuesday 29 January 2013

To the Middle Classes

It's Christmas time, the turkeys said.
What has Santa in mind for us?
Not knowing they would soon be dead.
Santa, red in coat and Claus,
Would kill them with no fuss.

Why did they all vote for him?
On what did they think the rich would dine?
He spoke so well, so tall and slim,
Decked out in red he looked so fine.

Before you laugh at these birds' stories,
I ask you this:
Did you not vote for the bloody Tories?
Well, somebody must have done.
Come on, own up!

For Roland, who put the idea in my head, where it seems to have lodged. 
The problem with the middle classes, is they identify with the rich, who see them as just a slightly fatter turkey.

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