A Carol For The Cabinet
by York Settlement Community Players’ deeply unsettled satirist Graham Sanderson
God rest ye poor nonentities
Let nothing you dismay;
You made a mess of Test and Trace,
But Brexit’s on its way
To save us all from Euro power,
Keep foreigners at bay.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
In Ukip and the ERG
This blessed plot was born,
And laid before the people
As a glorious new morn,
And Boris was the chosen one
To welcome in the dawn.
Oh, tidings of Prejudice and Fear,
Making it clear,
We will not have asylum seekers here.
Oh, poverty of intellect
And fear of full debate,
Means Covid was neglected –
Equipment came too late,
On order by a nod and wink
From a Minister’s old mate.
Oh, tidings of Chaos and Despair –
Panic in the air –
Pretending to the people that they care.
God rest ye feeble ministers
And clueless Upper Class;
You witless, gutless Nationalists,
So full of piss and gas;
Who’ve brought us to this pass.
Oh, tidings of nastiness and sleaze –
‘We do as we please’:
A once beloved country on its knees.