Politics.
¶ 1
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Schmoozing in our local pub*
The talk got around to Donald Trump,
“How’d them Americans elect him, blokes a pain”?
¶ 2
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“Well the only alternative was Clinton”
“What, her runs them card-shops, yeah I’ve seen “em”?
“Yeah, seems she couldn’t look after them, and America, the same”?
¶ 3
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“Ere, ere, over here please Terry,
Er…The F.A. Cup draws, live on telly
Switch it on mate, and when you’re ready…same again”.
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