Boris bellows as the cauldron flames
The booming mayor bigs up the London Games
Let tears of salty pride run down your face
Welcome to Stratford, what a brilliant place!
Basking in his Eurovision glory
Humperdink’s the man to tell our story
Brandishing a lighter made by Bic
He announces that the Games are ‘sick’
Let the show begin, old Humpy lisps
Releasing a confetti shower ... of crisps
Around the stadium are the wrong flags
Pound shop bunting made from plastic bags
From a knackered car raised up on bricks
Paul Daniels thrills us with his magic tricks
To follow that the dance of the thugettes
Enjoy it while you munch your chicken nuggets
Appreciate the bankers’ dance of greed
To celebrate a county gone to seed
A spectacle of violence fuelled by beer
Our glorious showcase – the Parade of Fear
Famed for scribbling, Tracey Emin shows
the best of art, she's flipping great, tha knows!
Frisked by a squaddie up against the wall
You’ll love the gaudy brilliance of it all
Britain is great, it says so on TV
Raised up on stilts our brash vulgarity
You’ll love the sugary drinks and burger bars
The closed-off routes for the Olympic cars
Smile while waiting in your blocked up lane
Enjoy the weather, oh here comes the rain!
2 comments:
Only 90 more years to go.
At least I wont be around then unless I get very unlucky!
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