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Your support makes all the difference.Baroness Thatcher revealed this week that she had entertained The Rolling Stones to tea and biscuits in her hotel suite in Hawaii. She declared them to be `a great British export'.
The day that Margaret Thatcher
Had The Rolling Stones to tea
The cliffs of Dover turned to black And crumbled in the sea
Unshaven forty somethings
Tumbled over in their scores
And all around the only sound
Was that of dropping jaws.
Meanwhile, the former leader
At her hotel in Hawaii
Stood up to greet the rock stars
With a twinkle in her eye
And passing round the Hob Nobs
While a maid brought in the teas
She asked, `Shall I be mother?'
As Charlie mumbled, `Please.'
When Keith tipped in a shot of Jack
She watched him as he drank it
And said, `I loved that rootsy feel
You caught on Beggar's Banquet.
And though I find your latest one
To be well up to scratch I jig around to that one
While ironing at Chez Thatch.'
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