Margaret Thatcher

To his Love:

Shall I compare thee to an Edward Heath?

A mirthless smile, two endless rows of teeth.

T’would fill this proletarian heart with gloom

To have thee likened to a Douglas-Home.

Macmillan’s image would on thee sit strange,

But tell me, love, how blow the winds of change?

Another Eden? No! life would be bleak

Should thou be stranded on some Suez Creek.

In Churchill’s footsteps, then, my own true blue?

Or are cigars and siren suits not you?

Could love stand fast if in thy ways I saw

A Stanley Brown or a Bonar Law?

Ah Thatcher love, the Tory blues cast off,

Come share the joys of Labour with 

… thy Gough

(a spoof love poem from Gough Whitlam (former Australian PM to Margaret Thatcher)

circa 1977.  Author unknown.)


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