Unlike Lady Godiva’s

My new coat is described as wool rich
21%…I’ll not itch
It’s mostly man-made fibres
Unlike Lady Godiva’s.
I paid £99 for a stitch.

Years back, we were told silk and wool
Would be no longer here,so I mulled
I decided on plastic
And cardboard domestic
For in Hull there will be no pure wool

Yet lamb is still sold with the meat
So their mothers must be sad as they bleat~
Have their fleeces now been tampered with
Or the farmers been hampered with,
Losing the skill to shear sheep

So if there’s a heat-wave next year
The sheep will be hot,so I fear
Imagine your winter coat
Gripped round your hot flushed throat
As you sit by the Thames swigging beer.

Or if you should walk on cliffs sheer,
Near Dover, they are white,So one hears
Don’t pet a sheep or ram
They are more fierce than men
They may push you off and then leer

So you would drop into a ship
Full of illegal white chaps
They may be from Poland
They may be old Romans
I say, are your rightly equipped?

Suppose that the ship is on its way
To France or to Russia,oh hey
Remember what the Jews went through
As their ship was not permitted to
Dock, so as grey smoke these Jews blew.

And if the wind came from the East
All of us here and our beasts
Would have taken in the gays and Jews
Gypsies as well abused
So don’t take deep breaths when you feast