The hoary
old Tory
finds glory
in the upper house.
his socialist spouse
drinks champagne
and cudgels her brains
about the renationalisation of trains.
Their Communist girl
Her head in an idealistic whirl
Buys expensive clothes
For she knows
That money on ancient trees grows.
And so the world goes!
K Morris - Poet 
What a pertinent comment on hypocrisy! I love it…
Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. Best. Kevin