Tony’s hand,
Did him in trouble land,
As one who in him saw a snake,
Refused to it shake,
And said that he would it not grip
Because it with blood did drip,
And that Tony the killer,
Was of war a swiller.
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- 24 Oct. 2009 @ 08:27:03 pm
Great Stuff,your poem gave me a much needed laugh as it reminded me of a poem I heard from some now dead Welsh poet on the subject of Tony Blair that went something like:
I met a man, from I know not wheir,
Who said his name was Tony Blair,
And what I found paticulaly odd,
He also said that he was god.