Soothing Poems: 88 / 500

Alf’s Third Bit

Rating: 2.6

DOLE THE BELL! BELL THE DOLE!

Whom can these duds attack?
Soapy Sime? Slipp'ry Mac?
Naught but a shirt is there
Such as the fascists wear,
Never the man inside
Moving a nation-wide
Disgust with hokum.

Plenty to right of 'em,
Plenty to left of 'em,
Yeh! What is left of 'em,
Boozy, uncertain.
See how they take it all, .
Down there in Clerkenwall
Readin' th' pypers!

Syrup and soothing dope,
Sure, they can live on hope,
Ain't yeh got precedent ?
Ten years and twelve years gone,
Ten more and nothing done,
GOD save Britannia!

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 24 January 2019

See how they take it all! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Khairul Ahsan 24 January 2019

'Syrup and soothing dope, Sure, they can live on hope' - loved these lines.

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Tom Allport 24 January 2019

A poem that rang true at that time of uncertainty? ....well penned

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Mahtab Bangalee 24 January 2019

everything is going to utmost ruin; yet, we hatch on the egg of belief on uncertain celestial power!

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