One-eyed Scottish golliwog?
I've got one from my youth.
But can I mention my old toy
even if it's the truth?
I tear my hair out with 'PC.'
I cannot read a rhyme
for fear of discrimination!
Anything's a crime.
What happened to free speech, I say?
I remember paper gollies
And Robertson's would surely cringe
and so do I.
Who's the whallies?
**My thanks to Jeremy Clarkson, Carol Thatcher and the Queen's souvenir shop, for inspiration.
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