Fallen Angels - Blue fades to Red
By TrueBluElectrcBlu

Nineteen Ninety Seven, we're falling from heaven

BBC reports:  We just lost Devon

Tears pour down Portillo's left cheek,

The party is crumbling, never been so weak

Time drifts on,

A torch turns into a tree,

Next year perhaps we will all be set free.

Now voters are forgiven for their disgusting betrayal,

Let's see them off, Dragging between their legs,

their tail.

Lament?

Never.

Perhaps.

A Twit or a Twat,  let's not be bitter,

Flash Brown may Twitter, the baby sitter,

Silly season,  amaze me?  It never fails,

I plead thee, only  listen to Iain Dales

Oh dear Miners,

How can we please thee?

A job, a profession,

Are you owed these for free?

No say I,

Nor Tebbit nor Clarke,

Begone foul demons,

Leave us, Embark.

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