Here's something my partner wrote...
jeremy-young.blogspot.com/2005/06/wot-i-fink.html
Wot I Fink
I buy the Daily Mail for the crossword
but apparently,
I'm in favour of the war in Iraq,
believe Cheri Blair's a bit dim, because she has a wide grin
likewise her husband.
I believe ditzy women better than boiler suited lesbians,
in fact, I don't like gays at all, (no what day is it?),
(in their place), (which is not in the church).
I enjoy being spanked and then espousing right wing views.
Village style gossip about married women and clergy
are exactly what I need.
Though I cannot understand how
respectable, middle aged, middle class, middle English
ladies
could do such things.
I distrust and automatically dislike avant garde anything,
though I like a Gilly Cooper
and see that this week's lipstick should be pink'
with kitten heels and shoulder length sleeves.
It does worry me that unless I eat broccoli
my crows feet will show;
house prices and squirreling it away, rule my world.
Peter what's-his-name is no match for Jonathon,
but I wouldn't be seen dead with the Mirror.
If only we had a time machine
and could bring back Maggie;
no better still Churchill,
or even that nice Mr Hitler;
who is a good thing for Germany, mark my words,
look what he has done for interest rates
and there's no crime, since he abolished the law,
and allowed businessmen frustrated by red tape
to take over the running of the country.
No, wait, he's foreign. Well best give him a chance.
After all, he's not a bloody socialist,
or one of those thinking types.
Oh I love this one...
twelve down,
Bishop's parish leads working class chase...
It's like being part of a club when you know the code.
Oh, don't those roses look nice?
Do you think I will look forty in this colour blue?
They should kill them all at birth.
I don't care if it is an isolated, private beach,
she shouldn't wear that bikini in public.
Shares up a penny.