 PLINTH
OF
DARKNESS
The poem/song below was found on the
internet written by Colin Beveridge it is called
PLINTH OF DARKNESS
I had a nightmare the
other night
About a monster which was totally white
Well over two metres in stature
But the thing that scared me more
Was the uncanny resemblance it bore
To a real-life monster called Margaret Thatcher
It's cold, it's unmoving and it has no heart
So how do we tell Mrs. Thatcher and the statue apart?
It's got a steely glare and a bag in her hand
But it's got nowhere to stand
It can't go in the Commons until she dies
Though it's good to kill two birds with one stone
I'd be happy killing one alone
I suggest we hasten her demise
It's cold, it's unmoving and it has no heart
So how do we tell Mrs. Thatcher and the statue apart?
There's an empty plinth in Trafalgar Square
I reckon we should stand her there
So you can see her when you pass on the bus
But please disguide your glee
If you see pigeons doing to Mrs T
What Mrs. T kept doing to us
It's cold, it's unmoving and it has no heart
So how do we tell Mrs. Thatcher and the statue apart?
Colin Beveridge
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