This is the woman
called Margaret Thatcher,
Twas the town of
Grantham that did hatch her,
No one in politics
could beat or match her,
Now a ceremony will
despatch her
Into a chapter in
history,
Heroine, villainess or
mystery,
Goddess of progress,
some would say,
Valiant saviour of the
United K,
Baroness monster,
others accuse,
Dismantler, divider in
sensible shoes,
Sweet in the memory of
the true blue rinsed
Bitter to many who are
unconvinced.
This is a day to make
people sad,
To make people glad,
to make people mad,
As they watch the last
journey of the Thatcher coffin,
There are hearts that
will cry and those that won’t soften.
The is the woman
called Margaret Thatcher,
To some so pure, to
others rotten,
But whoever she was,
whatever she did,
She will never, ever
be forgotten.
