The Iron Lady

A poem I did to amuse a friend back in 2011

Some say she was made of iron but for me she was a lady

Beautiful and strong and a little bit shady

She closed down Wales with their pits of old

And in South Yorkshire Scargill was told

The Argies had a pop but she sent them packing

Hundreds dead on the Belgrano she thought it was cracking

The Yanks seemed to love her and with Regan she saw

A way to end the very Cold War

Next came the Irish who got very close

But she came through the dust still tougher than most

U turn if you want the party listened like puppies

Sold council houses and companies and created the yuppies

Then I turned 18 in March 1990

The month before the Poll Tax, payable by each person

The fucking old witch, £50 a month - and its only just started

I'm so bloody glad she's now dearly departed