Poem: ‘MP Surprise’
Stefanie Poletyllo, 7 March 1985
One day when I was walking down the street You’ll never guess who I did meet. Margaret Thatcher, who got out of a car And went into a Public Bar. Up to the counter she walked briskly And ordered up a pint of Whisky. In came MP Michael Foot – He had been cleaning a chimney and was covered in soot – With the rest of the Labour Party shortly behind. Mrs Thatcher drinking whisky...
