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Your support makes all the difference.By Martin Newell
A curlew calls across the marsh,
The winter sun hits forty watts
And halfway into Janiveer
The gale ratchets up a gear.
I curse the dog who drags me here.
Meanwhile in Norfolk, up the coast,
A sandbank yields an eerie find:
A `Stonehenge of the sea' turns up,
Its ancient oak stumps left behind
For awestruck archaeologists,
A thing akin to striking gold,
The temple of our ancient dead,
A humbling four millennia old.
The upturned oak tree at its heart,
A world turned upside down maybe,
Salutes the next one thousands years
And gives up to the ravening sea...
Now if a certain Greenwich site
Gets cash with such apparent ease,
Then shouldn't `Sea-henge' be preserved?
Your answers on a postcard please.
No sit-at-home, Ann Widdecombe,
MP for Maidstone and the Weald,
According to the recent press
A closet saint, has been revealed
As helping homeless in spare time,
Dispensing coffee and advice.
An image-wrecking headline that:
Ex-Minister Found `Rather Nice'.
Speaking of which, Portillo then
Was featured this week on TV
As railway buff and decent bloke -
Does not compute. Or is it me?
When former Tory ministers
Start looking good, it makes me think
Some rival poet with a grudge
Is putting something in my drink.
Robin Cook, Robin Cook
Riding through the mire
Robin Cook, Robin Cook
With his pants on his fire
His ex wrote a book
Ooh let's have a look
Robin Cook, Robin Cook, Robin Cook
McLibel Two, McDonald's Ten:
Let's have those damages again!
The verdict is, it's rather rash
To sue two people with no cash.
Americans can never grasp
The underdog appeal which lies
In thwarting corporate arrogance.
And by the way, it's chips, not fries.
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