A jammy dodger came to power He dazzled us with twinkling eyes And only when the milk turned sour Did we uncover all his lies But how did the dodger get the vote?
The following week marked the fifteenth anniversary of George's mother Cynthia's death.
A dead man knocked my door today I saw his features through the glass They made me rush to open it And shout, 'It's you! You didn't pass!' And tell him of a dream I'd had