The twelve austere days of Christmas
By valiswaverider
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On the first austere day of Christmas my true love sent to me
An Osborne riding on a trident missile
On the second of Christmas my true love sent to me two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne riding on a trident missile
On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me three back benchers sneering two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne riding on a trident missile
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me four cuts for working families three back benchers sneering two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne on a riding trident missile
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me Five questions for cash four cuts for working families to three back benchers sneering two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne on a riding trident missile
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me Six geezers selling off British industry Five questions for cash four cuts for working families to three back benchers sneering two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne on a riding trident missile
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me seven investment bankers tax dodging Six geezers selling off British industry Five questions for cash four cuts for working families to three back benchers sneering two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne on a riding trident missile
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me Eight M.p milking expenses seven investment bankers tax dodging Six geezers selling off British industry Five questions for cash four cuts for working families to three back benchers sneering two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne riding on a trident
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me Nine Thatcherite lady's turning Eight M.p milking expenses seven investment bankers tax dodging Six geezers selling off British industry Five questions for cash four cuts for working families to three back benchers sneering two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne on riding a trident missile
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me Ten lords a sleeping Nine Thatcherite lady's turning Eight M.p milking expenses seven investment bankers tax dodging Six geezers selling off British industry Five questions for cash four cuts for working families to three back benchers sneering two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne on riding a trident missile
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me Eleven piers a pimping privilege Ten lords a sleeping Nine Thatcherite lady's turning Eight M.p milking expenses seven investment bankers tax dodging Six geezers selling off British industry Five questions for cash four cuts for working families to three back benchers sneering two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne riding on a trident missile
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me Twelve pensioners freezing Eleven piers a pimping privilege Ten lords a sleeping Nine Thatcherite lady's turning Eight M.p milking expenses seven investment bankers tax dodging Six geezers selling off British industry Five questions for cash four cuts for working families to three back benchers sneering two tabloid reading zombies and an Osborne riding on a trident missile
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Brilliant satire
I loved reading this and reading it aloud was darkly hilarious. Thanks for writing this and for sharing it, I'm sure I will be returning to it again over the Christmas period.
My only suggestion would be that the poem would benefit from some commas and line breaks to make it easier to read.
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