She floated in before my time
In the year of 1979,
Unions’ “Winter of Discontent”,
Ensured her rise to government.
Tory majority 43.
Began by quoting Assisi.
A change from previous older men,
Like Wilson, Heath and Callaghan.
First woman leader soon in trouble,
With unemployment surging at the double.
Two million, three million wow!
Also rioting (a bit like now).
Recession deep, few were earning,
The Lady pledged: She’s not for turning.
Then suddenly: in the South Atlantic,
Falklands War came: saved her neck!
In fairness, also should be said,
Labour Party largely dead,
Heading in “loony left” direction,
Forgot: supposed to win elections.
Welfare State soon derailed,
Miners fought her but quickly failed,
A bad time for schools and national health,
A good time for anyone out for self.
Third victory, economy booming,
But problems with Europe and Poll Tax looming,
Iron Lady growing rusty,
Began to use the Royal “We”.
When she shouted “No, no, no”,
Geoffrey Howe thought: time to go.
Thanks to Tarzan, she went also,
She wept as she got in the car to go.
(She didn’t handle retirement well,
Made John Major’s life living hell).
So depending on your view,
She arguably came to our rescue,
Saved us from reds, Argies and decline,
Thank God for 1979!
On the other hand, you might disagree,
That there’s no such thing as society.
Promoted markets and Mad Murdoch.
Spoilt son Mark also a bit of a cock.
On the other hand, crime, greed and wealth creation,
May have ruined our once great nation,
Homelessness, unemployment and selfishness,
May have left us with not more but less.
What’s not in doubt is her legacy,
She handbagged her way into history.
Whether she leaves you angry or full of yearning,
Who cares?: the Lady’s not returning.