I strenuously object to the dissemination of this scurrilous doggerel, falsely attributed to me, on the passage of an iconic stateswoman:
Ruled her Empire State like Queen Kong
Stomping on us little peeps
Just to sell our Jewels to creeps.
And lost the war that Winston won
By turning back the clocks to
England’s meanest hour.
Yet worse to come: as trapped below her terror tower,
And forced to look up that Iron Skirt
At the beastly anus as it squirt
From the crack in the grizzly monkey hair:
My apologies to Lady Thatcher’s family and sincere condolences. After all, large simians are people, too.
Pedicabo si iocum non potest. …more