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Ode To A Vicar's Daughter


She was only a Vicar's daughter
Nice child as I've heard say
And then she went and grew up
And became Theresa May
Who seems to think
She really really oughter
Out Thatcher Maggie Thatcher
Who was only a grocer's daughter.

Her Maj sits in her palace
Quietly surveying the scene  
Waiting for her repairs for
She is after all still Queen
And she gently thinks
She doesn't owe them a thing
For she is after all
The daughter of a King

And so it goes in Brexit Britain
As we slowly get back on track
To a life of milk and honey
When we get out County back.
I've just looked out of the window
To see an amazing sight
Of fifty fine porcine creatures
Overhead on a practice flight.







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