[John Whitworth]

This is Staggers Comp 4172 by 7 April. 14 lines of political verse. They stipulate it should be verse from a particular political party.

Well, this might do from me.

Blue Anthem

Join the Tories’ march to glory,
Bold and blue and tried and true!
Slash taxation, save the Nation,
You and you and you and you!
See our hit-list scare them shitless:
Social scroungers, Europhiles,
Foreign muggers, lefty buggers,
Re-offending juveniles!
Marxist error flees in terror;
Middle England shows her teeth;
Ring the bells in Tunbridge Wells!
Go light the lamps on Bexleyheath!
Save our sainted grammar schools!
Bring back hanging! Maggie rules!

[Orwn Acra]

I think I'll re-use my political poem from an old Speccie comp.

[John Whitworth]

That's what I did. Don't forget to drop two lines. The Staggers has a fourteen line maximum.

[Janice D. Soderling]

John, old friend, if I didn't know you were serious, I'd say it's a delicious piece of satire.

[John Whitworth]

Janice, nobody ever knows whether I'm serious and perhaps I never am. Anyway, it's only as satire that it could possibly win a Staggers Competition. They believe, along with all lefty persons, that conservatives are DEEPLY immoral.

Nobody can be truly serious about British politics anyway. Nobody should be. We have a leader of the Labour Party who thinks when he addresses a ragbag of the usual suspects out for a Saturday March, that he is Emmeline Pankhurst and Martin Luther King rolled into one. He isn't.

And of course big Boris the Turk (bless him) is the Mayor of London.

[Janice D. Soderling]

Whatever it is, John, it's a fine verse. You're sure to win.