With just one choke
You must be woke
Truth can’t be spoke
Can’t tell a joke
Can take a toke
But cannot smoke
The fires they stoke
Hate and provoke
The mighty oak
Cannot be broke
So let this soak
We will not croak
The beast may poke
We’ll don prayer’s cloak
And with a loving stroke
God saves his folk.
By Sylvia Ridwort, pseudonym
cancelled?