One rule for us
Not much artistry in this one, it's pretty much as it popped in my head when I was feeling angry about the parties at Downing Street. But I thought I would share it anyway.
This year has marched to a somber beat,Twelve mournful months have trudged by,Since the ambulance left the end of our street,Since I last held your hand, or looked in your eye.While they were all laughing in Downing Street,I was stuck at home, staring at my feet.And they wonder why I still cry,I just wanted to say goodbye.