Winter is coming
\nWe hear about Starmer
\nWho blissfully tells you
\nHe the embalmer
\nWhen the ice and the frost
\nCome
\nWhat he\u2019s going to do
\nIs sit by the fire
\nAnd not think of you<\/p>\n
Not even care that your tootsies are cold
\nThat you turn down the thermostat
\nThat you are old
\nThat you paid in so much
\nAll your miserable life
\nAnd now in the Winter
\nHe acts as the knife<\/p>\n
Sympathetic souls
\nHe will have none of that
\nA biting cold winter
\nWhere ever you\u2019r sat
\nOn a frosty old arm chair
\nWindows frozen white
\nPretend your a bird
\nJust feathers in spite
\nHoping for a hand out
\nSome seed or some bread
\nSome water to drink
\nAnd just to be fed
\nDon\u2019t lock the kitchen door
\nFor you have to see
\nThat when the ground is hard
\nThe slugs will not be
\nThey would have withdrawn
\nTo the bowels of the earth
\nNo squirming worms
\nNor grubs that are worth
\nIn stead of the human
\nAre starmer type gits
\nWho don\u2019t believe charity
\nFor where it sits
\nIs in their own pockets
\nOr far far away
\nTo the climate change moguls
\nOf Botany Bay<\/p>\n
When the snow falls deep
\nAnd the frost goes hard
\nThe Alder tree Catkin cones
\nAre on our card
\nIt\u2019s knowing where
\nIn the coldest of air
\nWhere charity lies
\nAnd the mindset defies<\/p>\n
At winter remember
\nPensioners we
\nThe birds who remain
\nWe need feeding, you see
\nSome see something crunchy
\nWe know when you are
\nFriendly and helpful
\nAnd become a star<\/p>\n
As for the crows
\nThe great corvidae
\nWith unbelievable memories
\nSea sides they pay
\nAttention. To flying there
\nPigeons as well
\nDespite the bleakness
\nI have heard tell
\nIt\u2019s rarely frozen up
\nOn every tide
\nComes food from the ocean
\nIt\u2019s somewhere to hide<\/p>\n
The great Labour Party
\nThose MP\u2019s we hear
\nHave been claiming their heating
\nNever a tear
\nFrom them about us
\nThe pensioner breed
\nWe can bloody well freeze
\nWe can bloody well bleed<\/p>\n
Then we can die
\nNo more pensions oh dear
\nReducing the burden
\nIt\u2019s very clear
\nLike birds of a feather
\nWhen Winter is here
\nMany fly off
\nAnd some die
\nNo not one tear<\/p>\n
Tossed in the oven
\nCrackle and pop
\nAn old sod burning
\nPower to the crop
\nForgotten forever
\nLost in the smoke
\nToss the ash in the ocean
\nThe end of a bloke<\/p>\n
Gone for goodGone for ever
\nNo body knew
\nAll his shits in the skip
\nA story that\u2019s true <\/p>\n
Don\u2019t let it be you <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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