Drag bloody Charles
into your cute little kennel

and gobble him down
with lashings of fennel

then fly down to Highgrove
like a white doodlebug

and puke him all over
Mrs Park-Yer-Balls' rug.

ER sez TA-TA

I saw Elvis and Di

having a laugh

round a candle-lit meal

in a Parisian caff.

Despite the King's wind

the candle still glowed.

Dodi was missing,

his Merc's off the road.

Paul sang them "Diana"

he'd been on the piss

but the line "You're so old"

was voted a miss.

So she said "Au Revoir"

as Paul dug her grave

and surfed off to Blighty

on an emotional wave.

She took out her hankie,

it was Elton's toupee

"You can wear Charlie's sporran",

she said "for today".

She then rang the Sun

from outside the Palace

and dictated Page One

to a reporter called Alice.

"My people, My tabloids,

You've got up my nose.

That's why it's so big,

now I'll blow."

England's Rose

(published by Young Socialist 1997)

Queen of Tubs
A Di-alectical analysis

Rest in
polyunsaturates

Golden
Squidgy

Margarine
of the People

butters
Karl Marx

would have
said

" Better Red
than spread."

( published by Young Socialist 1998)

THE LITTLE PRINCES

Restart Richard III
squawks a republican bird

it looks like a parrot
or maybe a rook

who gives a fuck!
Di don't.

BLATANT RE-ISSUE

"Goodbye fucking house"
              c/w
"And the fucking spouse."

by England's Rose West
(Violin Lord Biro)

A LOOSE CANNONISATION

Bye Lady Di

Silly Season Ends

With a BANG.

PHOTO CALL GIRL (1996)

Royal Doll, Media Moll

Call up the Pack

Wind out yer Legs

And gleam from the Rack